Archives - April 2006
April 1, 2006
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
April 2, 2006
He who saddens
At thought of idleness cannot be idle,
And he's awake who thinks himself asleep.
April 2, 2006
If I can stop one heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
April 3, 2006
What's madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance?
April 4, 2006
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
April 5, 2006
A hair perhaps divides the False and True.
April 6, 2006
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footsteps on the sands of time.
April 7, 2006
For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: "It might have been!"
April 8, 2006
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
April 9, 2006
We are liars, because
the truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow,
whereas letters are fixed,
and we live by the letter of truth.
April 10, 2006
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
April 11, 2006
Words add to the senses. The words for the dazzle
Of mica, the dithering of grass,
The Arache integument of dead trees,
Are the eye grown larger, more intense.
April 12, 2006
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.
April 13, 2006
Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
April 14, 2006
Long is the way
And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.
April 15, 2006
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
April 16, 2006
Why! Who makes much of a miracle?
As to me, I know of nothing else but miracles.
April 17, 2006
The soul would have no rainbow
Had the eyes no tears.
April 18, 2006
of the dream
April 19, 2006
Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
April 20, 2006
But now I only know I am --- that's all.
April 21, 2006
But, when the days of golden dreams had perished,
Ane even despair was powerless to destroy,
Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,
Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.
April 22, 2006
Young blood must have its course, lad,
and every dog its day.
April 23, 2006
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
April 24, 2006
Listen here. I've never played it safe
in spite of what the critics say.
April 25, 2006
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
April 26, 2006
I am his Highness' dog at Kew;
Pray tell me, Sir, whose dog are you?
April 27, 2006
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
April 28, 2006
Through love, through home, and faith's transcendent dower,
We feel we are greater than we know.
April 29, 2006
Such simple things,
And we make of them something so complex it defeats us,
Almost. Why can't everything be simple again?...
April 30, 2006
Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.