Welcome and Farewell My heart was beating, swiftly to horse! Faster even than thought it was done. Already evening cradled earth’s course, And night hung over the mountain cone: Already the misty oak-tree

Honor to woman! To her it is given To garden the earth with the roses of heaven! All blessed, she linketh the loves in their choir In the veil of the graces her beauty concealing, She tends on each altar

Hope We speak with the lip, and we dream in the soul, Of some better and fairer day; And our days, the meanwhile, to that golden goal Are gliding and sliding away. Now the world becomes old, now again

Welcome and Farewell My heart was beating, swiftly to horse! Faster even than thought it was done. Already evening cradled earth’s course, And night hung over the mountain cone: Already the misty oak-tree

‘Susan Ann and Immortality’ Her head hung down Gazed at earth, fixedly keen, As the rabbit at the stoat Till the earth was sky, Sky that was green, And brown clouds past, Like chestnut leaves arching the

At The Brink Of Night - Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke My room and this distance, awake upon the darkening land, are one. I am a string stretched across deep surging resonance. Things are violin bodies full

i shall imagine life by Edward Estlin (E E) Cummings i shall imagine life is not worth dying if (and when)roses complain their beauties are in vain but though mankind persuades itself that every weed’s

May Song How sweetly Nature Brightens round me! How the sun’s shining! How the fields gleam! Blossoms are bursting From every leaf, Thousands of voices From bushes beneath, And joy and bliss From every

The Lovely Night Now I leave this little hut, Where my beloved lives, Walking now with veiled steps Through the shadowy leaves. Luna shines through bush and oak, Zephyr proclaims her path, And the birch

Eros, what have we here! An hourglass in each of your hands! What? Frivolous god, are you doubly measuring time? ‘The hours of lovers apart flow slowly through one: For lovers together the hours through

Haiku by Jack Kerouac Birds singing in the dark —Rainy dawn.

Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night; And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro' the light Of the brighter, cold moon, 'Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves.

He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring’d with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt

Crow in Car Park From a power pole set in black bitumen, His jagged bleating reminds me, Of parched paddocks. What better place to deliver his dark eulogy, Than from the cross-beamed comfort, Of his suburban

Lia Purpura “Resolution” There’s the thing I shouldn’t do and yet, and now I have the rest of the day to make up for, not undo, that can’t be done but next time, think more calmly, breathe, say here’s

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay.

The Opposite Is Also True © Coral They say it's sweet that we laugh because our bodies literally can't contain the joy. But the opposite is also true. We cry because our bodies physically can't contain

Anais Nin “Risk” And then the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Friendship by Alexander Pushkin What's friendship? The hangover's faction, The gratis talk of outrage, Exchange by vanity, inaction, Or bitter shame of patronage.

Be Proud Of Who You Are © S Raine I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows. I am who I am, from my head to my toes. I tend to get loud when speaking my mind. Even a little crazy some of the time. I'm