"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet."
Monday, March 22, 2010
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
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 10:50 PM
Thursday, March 18, 2010
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Thursday, March 4, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans:
We found her hidden just behind those screens,
That mirror gave back all her loveliness.
A queen in opal or ruby dress,
A nameless girl in freshest summer-greens,
A saint an angel - every canvas means
The same one meaning, neither more nor less.
He feeds upon her face by day and night;
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:
Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;
Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 10:56 PM