"There wouldn't be a sky full of stars
if we were all meant to wish on the same one."
- Frances Clark
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Lo! in thine honest eyes I read
Lo! in thine honest eyes I read
The auspicious beacon that shall lead,
After long sailing in deep seas,
To quiet havens in June ease.
Thy voice sings like an inland bird
First by the seaworn sailor heard;
And like road sheltered from life's sea
Thine honest heart is unto me.
--Robert Louis Stevenson
The auspicious beacon that shall lead,
After long sailing in deep seas,
To quiet havens in June ease.
Thy voice sings like an inland bird
First by the seaworn sailor heard;
And like road sheltered from life's sea
Thine honest heart is unto me.
--Robert Louis Stevenson
Thursday, July 29, 2010
O bed!
O bed! O bed! delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
~Thomas Hood, Miss Kilmansegg - Her Dream
That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
~Thomas Hood, Miss Kilmansegg - Her Dream
Her sleeping world
"Heaven's ebon vault, studded with stars unutterably bright, through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, seems like a canopy which love has spread to curtain her sleeping world.”
--Percy Bysshe Shelley
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Serene
"The plainest sign of wisdom is a continual cheerfulness: her state is like that of things in the regions above the moon, always clear and serene.”
--Michel de Montaigne
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
At Night
The wind is singing through the trees to-night,
A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences
And crashing intervals. No summer breeze
Is this, though hot July is at its height,
Gone is her gentler music; with delight
She listens to this booming like the seas,
These elemental, loud necessities
Which call to her to answer their swift might.
Above the tossing trees shines down a star,
Quietly bright; this wild, tumultuous joy
Quickens nor dims its splendour. And my mind,
O Star! is filled with your white light, from far,
So suffer me this one night to enjoy
The freedom of the onward sweeping wind.
--Amy Lowell
A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences
And crashing intervals. No summer breeze
Is this, though hot July is at its height,
Gone is her gentler music; with delight
She listens to this booming like the seas,
These elemental, loud necessities
Which call to her to answer their swift might.
Above the tossing trees shines down a star,
Quietly bright; this wild, tumultuous joy
Quickens nor dims its splendour. And my mind,
O Star! is filled with your white light, from far,
So suffer me this one night to enjoy
The freedom of the onward sweeping wind.
--Amy Lowell
Thursday, July 15, 2010
One friend
There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.
--Edith Wharton
--Edith Wharton
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Only the deepest secrets
"O no," she said, "you can't say just anything to the wind. Only the deepest secrets will do; and also you must not use the letter i."
- Story People
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Dear friend
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.
~William Shakespeare
All losses are restored and sorrows end.
~William Shakespeare
Monday, July 12, 2010
When the full moon is shining
"Tell me what you feel in your room
when the full moon is shining in upon you
and your lamp is dying out,
and I will tell you how old you are
and I shall know if you are happy."
--Henri Frederic Amiel
when the full moon is shining in upon you
and your lamp is dying out,
and I will tell you how old you are
and I shall know if you are happy."
--Henri Frederic Amiel
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Hope
Hope, like the gleaming taper's light,
Adorns and cheers our way;
And still, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.
--Oliver Goldsmith
Adorns and cheers our way;
And still, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.
--Oliver Goldsmith
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Again
We will meet again:
I know not where,
I know not when.
Yet--as sure as birds
fly over the sea,
the day will dawn
when once again
you'll come to me.
I know not where,
I know not when.
Yet--as sure as birds
fly over the sea,
the day will dawn
when once again
you'll come to me.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Were I a cloud
Were I a cloud I'd gather
My skirts up in the air,
And fly well know whither,
And rest I well know where.
--Robert Bridges
My skirts up in the air,
And fly well know whither,
And rest I well know where.
--Robert Bridges
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Vanished
You have vanished, disappeared,
and I am left to wonder
why it all turned out this way.
I find no answers, only questions,
as I gaze up at the sky, remembering.
You were real, and you were warm;
your arms were my safe harbor.
Then I turned and you were gone
though you never said goodbye.
The silence echoes still; the night is trembling.
and I am left to wonder
why it all turned out this way.
I find no answers, only questions,
as I gaze up at the sky, remembering.
You were real, and you were warm;
your arms were my safe harbor.
Then I turned and you were gone
though you never said goodbye.
The silence echoes still; the night is trembling.
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