Monthly Archives: February 2013

I stand in sunlight above the height below me, I do; I sing its joy–all is mine–my life, my own, That I have made, every day of it. And when I think how much I love it I know That … Continue reading →

Oh, Chopin, what a world of loving light, Impassioned, pure, and soft as dying night, You set afloat with clearest note on note on note. We hear, and with whirling flower of sound Fall blooming into emotions deep that pound … Continue reading →

Love’s inarticulable language of the lips Moves memorable murmers through our fingertips, Now pressing points so indubitably true The logic of more loving moves on through Till life’s conclusion is ideal bliss Made in the moment of this lasting kiss. … Continue reading →

Out of the shade you came, a strong flower, Brightest of all I’d ever seen, Hair like golden flags at play About a face more May than May, All in a dress of yellow green, Out of the shade. Breath … Continue reading →

Fire, the poets often say, Is not the heart of summer’s day, Nor is it matches struck for play, Nor sun-bright lava spewn away, But is a force of mind that’s set For giant lightning thoughts to get— Desire! Fire … Continue reading →

Love, heat in the heart of thought, Wraps around the grasp of things Its flameful desiring wings Till all’s one weld held taut And the goal of life is bound In the will’s fierce spoken sound— “Love!” Alone with his … Continue reading →

Effort, work, and strain and stress, Build the house of Happiness; Strive and pull and tug and ply Shoot a man across the sky; Toil and sweat, intensest thought, Speed to goals he’s grandly wrought; Strain and toil, battle, fire, … Continue reading →

“Oh, how did all get here?” he laughed, For every where there was a here, And every here was everywhere. The only thing that had no spot Was that no-thing, that had it not. Under valleys, back of mounts, He … Continue reading →

Today begins another song; Though it be gay, will not be long; But were it long, would be not dense, And packing much of common sense; But were too much, would be no more Than silver dropped upon the floor: … Continue reading →

In letters of gold Above your door I paint your name. It’s better be bold To love you more, Like sacred flame, Than wither in cold Far from your door In tameful shame.

Oh, what does George Washington have to say Of this here blashemous President’s Day? “I am the President, the one, I say, Who never will your rights betray.” And what does George Washington have to teach Of traitor Obama’s acts … Continue reading →

You said you are the one who wants me full, entire; And I said I want only your desire. You vowed you’re she who seeks to see my inner mind; And I vowed I would have you were I blind. … Continue reading →

In the soft shades of morning Ere the sun makes his rise, When the wind is still lifeless And the birds give no cries, Farther off through the vapor That is hung like old rain, Comes the song of the … Continue reading →

You walked across the wooden bridge and stopped right in the middle. You sent your sight along the shore, then out, across the river. You stood there calm, your face intent, as though not really seeing, And I did wonder, … Continue reading →

“Who, who,” the owl does say; “Who loves who at end of day?” You love me, and I love you; That is who, that is who. “Who, who,” the owl goes on; “Who loves who at light of dawn?” I … Continue reading →

Oh, Valentine has victuals sweet Of kisses from four lips that meet, And Valentine has drink divine From arms and hearts that intertwine To bear two bodies as one cup And, greedy, grasp and lift it up In celebrating time’s … Continue reading →

Sir Valenton Was awful glum, Would dumbly drum Upon his drum. He’d never one To call his own, And in his gloom He drubbed alone. Then came a day He saw a bird, So blithe and gay He’d never heard. … Continue reading →

Art thou the one that wantst my Valentine? If thou be she, close eyes, and I will give it thee. But if thou’rt not, mayhap I’ll make thee mine, And if I do, look out, for I’ll not let thee … Continue reading →

Were these my eyes your eyes, you’d see A face un-made for any maid but thee, And were my lips your lips, you’d sing To ears not yours but mine, that we are spring, Her spirit dancing through the you … Continue reading →

Could I take song from off my lips And press it full on thine, Yet keep, inside my fingertips, Your silent breath divine; Could I write words, in brightest ink, That you might, loving, see, And sit by you and, … Continue reading →

Fair apple of my happy eye, Rare peach of my glad smelling, Of all the fruits I do espy It’s only you keep swelling. Then for delight of life’s best meal I’ll mix you in my salad, And when I’ve … Continue reading →

When she your love Is she your all, One Valentine Is much too small. One Valen-day So much can’t say, One Valen-night Is much too slight. A Valen-week Is weak and meek, And Valen-month Ain’t worth so much. One Valen-year … Continue reading →

Remember now when we first met And my two eyes were on you set, And my two lips were trembling yet, Remember how? Remember when at last I spake, As though a dam within me break, My clenching hands uplift … Continue reading →

I sing of a woman Who is matchless; Queen of all queens To her Love is she. He comes all so still Where she sits in grass; He comes with a will And he will not pass. He comes all … Continue reading →

Springtime is coming, coming, Springtime is coming! Almost bud upon the branch, Almost robin comes to dance. Bare tree, bare tree, get ready! And ye, bare hill, get set to spill Long green grasses waving. All this winter your blank … Continue reading →