Archives for January 2007
January 21
21 January 2007 | | No Comments
All things uncomely and broken,
all things worn-out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway,
the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman,
splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms
a rose in the deeps of my heart.
The wrong of unshapely things
is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger […]
January 20
20 January 2007 | | No Comments
Come live with me and be my love
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands and crystal brooks,
With silken lines and silver hooks.
There will the river- whispering run
Warmed by thy eyes more than the sun
And there th’ enamoured fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.
When thou wilt swim in that live bath,
Each fish, which […]
January 19
19 January 2007 | | No Comments
I taste a liquor never brewedFrom Tankards scooped in Pearl.Not all the vats upon the RhineYield such an alcohol!
Inebriate of air - am IAnd Debauchee of Dew.Reeling - thro endless summer daysFrom inns of molten blue.
When "Landlords" turn the drunken beeOut of the foxglove’s door -When butterflies - renounce their "drams"I shall but drink the […]
January 18
18 January 2007 | | No Comments
My love is like to ice, and I to fire:How come it then that this her cold is so greatIs not dissolved through my so hot desire,But harder grows the more I her entreat?Or how comes it that my exceeding heatIs not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,And […]
January 17
17 January 2007 | | No Comments
It was many and many a year ago,In a kingdom by the sea,That a maiden there lived whom you may knowBy the name of Annabel Lee;And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,In this kingdom by the sea;But we […]
January 16
16 January 2007 | | No Comments
Love seeketh not Itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.
So sang a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle’s feet;
But a Pebble of the brook,
Warbled out these metres meet.
Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to It’s delight:
Joys […]
January 15
15 January 2007 | | No Comments
Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part:
No, nor for a constant heart!
For these may fail or turn to ill:
Should thou and I sever.
Keep, therefore, a true woman’s eye,
And love me still, but know not why!
So hast thou the same reason still
To dote upon me ever.
- John Wilbye, […]
January 14
14 January 2007 | | No Comments
O, hurry, where by water, among the trees,
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,
When they have looked upon their images
Would none had ever loved but you and I!
Or have you heard that sliding silver-shoed
Pale silver-proud queen-woman of the sky,
When the sun looked out of his golden hood?
O, that none ever loved but you and I!
O […]
January 13
13 January 2007 | | No Comments
I love thee, as I love the calm
Of sweet, star-lighted hours!
I love thee, as I love the balm
Of early jes’mine flow’rs.
I love thee, as I love the last
Rich smile of fading day,
Which lingereth, like the look we cast,
On rapture pass’d away.
I love thee as I love the tone
Of some soft-breathing […]
January 12
12 January 2007 | | No Comments
A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness -
Ah, wilderness were paradise enow!
- Omar Khayam, A Book of Verse