Friday, November 21, 2014

Beloved


Imagine yourself a snowflake,
falling through space;

Imagine the air warming,
as you slowly near the ground;

Imagine your last embrace,
a joyous ache, without a sound.



Thursday, November 20, 2014

As if clinging means to stay


It will pass, you know it will,
and is now, yet you cling,
you know you do,
as if clinging
means

to stay

these fig leaves,

yellow one day, now brittle, brown,
and on the ground

the lovely sound,
they made

your frame the very bell
of life to toll, then melt away

how lovely it seems,
you as one who dreams
and sings

then

leaves.



Wednesday, November 19, 2014

And so the story goes


The truth is, the fiction you live,
while you long to believe the fiction you tell,
is as real as the fiction you dream,
and love, so well,

for good,
reason,

and so,

will you, all, until, the story, goes.



Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Pen aside, garden white


Pen aside, garden white, circumscribed by footprints wide;
once set down, soon from sight; by rising sun, the shadow might,
in love confide; body new, in spirit, bright;
doth word flow, and here,
abide.



Saturday, November 15, 2014

Canvas 474



Canvas 474

November 15, 2014




Intellect


Intellect, such a dry, dry bone,
as if flesh were meant by sense alone,
to hang the grace of love upon,
when intelligence is gone,
and respect is flown.



Friday, November 14, 2014

Canvas 473



Canvas 473

November 14, 2014




Love the spirits


Love the spirits singing thus,
that winging bring the light to us,
bright leaves, fleeing west,
then east, as flight
becomes.



Thursday, November 13, 2014

Canvas 472



Canvas 472

November 13, 2014




Winter rhyme


And from the oven, flying, with wings
no longer bent, into the ice, where dreams
were sighing, and flight, the sun
you spent.



Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Canvas 470



Canvas 470

November 11, 2014




By steep ascent such depth


Keep this in view, that by steep ascent such depth will show,
what heaven meant to you below, who kept the love
you ought to sow, before the death
that sent you.



Monday, November 10, 2014

The Works of Lord Byron, Lyceum Edition, 1900.



Yes, I still like old books.




The Works of Lord Byron, Lyceum Edition, 1900.
Limited to 750 Numbered and Registered Sets for America. Copy 214.
London and Boston : Francis A. Niccolls & Co.

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Come winter what may


That I a man in black well versed in gray,
should come upon a day so light that blue would say,
all truth is white; therein, your footprints lay.