Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate,Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate?
Monday, September 29, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Not of the sunlight,Not of the moonlight,Not of the starlight!O young Mariner,Down to the haven,Call your companions,Launch your vesselAnd crowd your canvas,And, ere it vanishesOver the margin,After it, follow it,Follow the Gleam.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
She was of the stuff of which great men's mothers are made. She was indispensable to high generation, hated at tea parties, feared in shops, and loved at crises.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sonnet 130William Shakespeare
My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips' red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,But no such roses see I in her cheeks,And in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak, yet well I knowThat music hath a far more pleasing sound;I grant I never saw a goddess go,My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rareAs any she belied with false compare.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
About Psalms in Time
“These poems balance on poetry’s elemental fulcrum—the lyric impulse to praise what is and the probing, meditative steadfastness of second thoughts.” —Baron Wormser, past Poet Laureate of Maine, author of Mulroney and Others, Scattered Chapters, The Road Washes Out in Spring and others.
“Beginning with a year of monthly psalms that are as committed to the wondering ‘How’ as to the prayerful ‘O’. . . . —Jeanne Marie Beaumont, author of Curious Conduct.
“Take one look at this rich collection of poetry, and surely you will look at it again and again.—Suzanne Cleary, author of Keeping Time and Trick Pear.
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The Holy GhostJohn DonneO Holy Ghost, whose temple IAm, but of mudde walls, and condensed dust,And being sacrilegiouslyHalfe wasted with youths fires, of pride and lust,Must with new stormes be weatherbeat;Double in my heart thy flame,Which let devout sad teares intend; and let(Though this glasse lanthorne, flesh, do suffer maime)Fire, Sacrifice, Priest, Altar be the same.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
When the doggeFull of rageWith his irefull eyesFrownes amidst the skies:The Sheepheard to asswageThe furie of the heate,Him self dooth safely seatBy a FountFull of faire,Where a gentle breathMounting from beneath,tempereth the ayre.
The passionate Sheepheard to his loveChristopher MarloweCome live with mee, and be my love,And we will all the pleasures prove,That Vallies, groves, hills and fieldes,Woods, or steeple mountaine yeeldes.And wee will sit upon the Rocks,Seeing the Sheepheards feede theyre flocks,By shallow Rivers, to whose falls,Melodious byrds sing Madrigalls.And I will make thee beds of Roses,And a thousand fragrant poesies,A cap of flowers and a kirtle,Imbroydred all with leaves of Mirtle.A gowne made of the finest wooll,Which from our pretty Lambes we pull,Fayre lined slippers for the cold:With buckles of the purest gold.A belt of straw, and Ivie buds,With Corall clasps and Amber studs,And if these pleasures may thee move,Come live with mee, and be my love.The Sheepheards Swaines shall daunce & sing,For thy delight each May-morning,If these delights thy minde may move;Then live with mee, and be my love.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Full fathom five thy father lies,Of his bones are coral made:Those are pearls that were his eyes:Nothing of him that doth fade,But doth suffer a sea-changeInto something rich and strange.Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:Hark now I hear them: ding-dong bell.