Archives - April 2010
April 1, 2010
I have no riches but my thoughts,
Yet these are wealth enough for me
April 2, 2010
Come, my friends.
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
April 3, 2010
Grief may be joy misunderstood
April 4, 2010
Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie:
A fault, which needs it most, grows two thereby.
April 5, 2010
Fame is a bee.
It has a song—
It has a sting—
Ah, too, it has a wing.
April 6, 2010
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
April 7, 2010
We have within ourselves
Enough to fill the present day with joy,
And overspread the future years with hope.
April 8, 2010
I like to find
what's not found
at once, but lies
within something of another nature,
in repose, distinct.
April 9, 2010
Blest hour! It was a luxury -- to be!
April 10, 2010
Silence more musical than any song.
April 11, 2010
When I died last, and dear, I die
As often as from thee I go.
April 12, 2010
I believe in the flesh and the appetites,
Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of
is a miracle.
April 13, 2010
When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonders of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.
April 14, 2010
Never ask of money spent
Where the spender thinks it went.
Nobody was ever meant
To remember or invent
What he did with every cent.
April 15, 2010
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow
The world should listen then -- as I am listening now.
April 16, 2010
Keep a poem in your pocket
and a picture in your head
and you’ll never feel lonely
at night when you’re in bed.
April 17, 2010
Being, not doing, is my first joy.
April 18, 2010
To love another is something
like prayer and it can't be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.
April 19, 2010
A mere pause from thinking!
April 20, 2010
Only be willing to search for poetry, and there will be
My soul, a tiny speck, is my tutor.
Evening sun and fragrant grass are common things,
But, with understanding, they can become glorious verse.
April 21, 2010
Our torments also may in length of time
Become our elements.
April 22, 2010
What did my fingers do before they held him?
What did my heart do, with its love?
April 23, 2010
I count life just a stuff
To try the soul's strength on.
April 24, 2010
Great is the art of beginning, but greater the art is of
Many a poem is marred by a superfluous verse.
April 25, 2010
It is brave to be involved
To be not fearful to be unresolved.
April 26, 2010
Time can but make it easier to be wise
Though now it seems impossible, and so
All that you need is patience.
April 27, 2010
'Tis the pest
Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.
April 28, 2010
Yet, do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.
April 29, 2010
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all
Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers
It after all, a place for the genuine.
April 30, 2010
The secret of eternal youth is arrested development.