Archives - April 2004
April 1, 2004
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.
April 2, 2004
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.
April 3, 2004
I am caught like a beast at bay.
Somewhere are people, freedom, light,
But all I hear is the baying of the pack,
There is no way out for me.
April 4, 2004
My secrets cry aloud.
I have no need for tongue.
My heart keeps open house,
My doors are widely swung.
April 5, 2004
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
April 6, 2004
Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders.
April 7, 2004
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
April 8, 2004
The poet is like the prince of the clouds
Who haunts the storm and laughs at lightning.
He's exiled to the ground and its hooting crowds;
His giant wings prevent him from walking.
April 9, 2004
A mother's hardest to forgive.
Life is the fruit she longs to hand you,
Ripe on a plate. And while you live,
Relentlessly she understands you.
April 10, 2004
Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good fame,
Plans, credit, and the Muse,
April 11, 2004
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
April 12, 2004
Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud --
We in ourselves rejoice!
And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight,
All melodies the echoes of that voice,
All colours a suffusion from that light.
April 13, 2004
O World, thou choosest not the better part!
It is not wisdom to be only wise,
And on the inward vision close the eyes,
But it is wisdom to believe the heart.
April 14, 2004
By viewing Nature, Nature's handmaid Art,
Makes mighty things from small beginnings grow.
April 15, 2004
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
As those who move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
'Tis not enough no harshness gives offense;
The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
April 16, 2004
All your strength is in your union
All your danger is in discord;
Therefore be at peace henceforward,
And as brothers live together.
April 17, 2004
A child should always say what's true
And speak when he is spoken to,
And behave mannerly at the table;
At least as far as he is able.
April 18, 2004
Though leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.
April 19, 2004
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But, ah, my foes, and, oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light!
April 20, 2004
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
April 21, 2004
The words I use
Are everyday words and yet are not the same!
You will find no rhymes in my verse, no magic.
There are your very own phrases.
April 22, 2004
There is something about a Martini,
Ere the dining and dancing begin,
And to tell you the truth,
April 23, 2004
I would have rid the earth of him
Once, in my pride…
I never knew the worth of him
Until he died.
April 24, 2004
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that soar above
Enjoy such liberty.
April 25, 2004
Power, like a desolating pestilence,
Pollutes whate'er it touches; and obedience
Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth
Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame,
A mechanized automation.
April 26, 2004
I think I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
April 27, 2004
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
April 28, 2004
I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
April 29, 2004
Gun aren't lawful;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
April 30, 2004
A great city is that which has the greatest man or woman,
If it be a few ragged huts, it is still the greatest city in the whole world.