Sunday, June 27, 2010

“Life may change, but it may fly not;
Hope may vanish, but can die not;
Truth be veiled, but still it burneth;
Love repulsed, - but it returneth.”

--Percy Bysshe Shelley

Saturday, June 26, 2010

To the one who knew

Can you go back in time
To a place in your mind
To the one who knew
A part of you
That you just couldn't find?
If you asked me to choose
Between a memory or two
When it's said and done
I'd take the one
Whose love I had to lose.

--from the song When She Danced by David Foster

Friday, June 25, 2010

June night

If a June night could talk,
it would probably boast it invented romance.

-- Bern Williams

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Sonnet 97

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness every where!
And yet this time removed was summer's time,
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me
But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.

--William Shakespeare

Only one

"There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations."

--Antoine de Saint-Exupery


Before, beside us, and above
The firefly lights his lamp of love.

--Bishop Reginald Heber 

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Summer night

"The summer night is like a perfection of thought."

--Wallace Stevens

Saturday, June 12, 2010


Where are you, Moon?

Tuesday, June 8, 2010


 The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current.
--Willa Cather in One of Ours

True love

"True love stories never have endings."
--Richard Bach

Friday, June 4, 2010

Such a slender moon...

Such a slender moon, going up and up,
Waxing so fast from night to night, 
And swelling like an orange flower-bud, bright, 
Fated, methought, to round as to a golden cup,
And hold to my two lips life's best of wine.
--Jean Ingelow 

Thursday, June 3, 2010

In the moonlight

"While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river; and thus do greater things that once were in our breasts, and near our hearts, flow from us to the eternal seas."

--Charles Dickens in Little Dorritt