Monthly Archives: July 2013

Night, deep night, quiet, quiet night. Low, low, lower now, the moon— Half-moon very quiet, very bright, Slicing mountain, sinking slight, Sinking, sinking, lost from sight. Facing up, half-moon eyelids soft, Breathing softer, breathing silent, oh, Low—you, here upon your … Continue reading →

O Happy One, arise within your tears, Arise, and rediscover Lover’s Mount; For Happy Two comes shining through the years To add his passion to the things that count.— Integrity, that does not deal in time, But acts as every … Continue reading →

I will compare you to a springtime day. You’re much more bubbly in your bouncing gate: Thick raininess can bow the buds of May, And young June’s heat blithe limbs debilitate: Somtime too slow the lazy winds do blow, And … Continue reading →

What hero shall awake my golden lyre That it may spark with praise undying fire? My fingers feel a warmth begin to stir, And sings within my hand the hair of her. Then mouth to mouth our music murmers, “Right,” … Continue reading →

Death is so final That Hell is void, Like tackling with joy An asteroid.

When all May’s flowers …reach for hours, Begging you to take, Why dull your powers …fleeing showers, Lost from springtime break?

A picture worth a thousand words? Oh, no, not e’en a million birds. A billion suns mere paint to this, A trillion stars we would not miss. Infinity, if it could be, A droplet next a hundred sea, And all … Continue reading →

Clean openness, sweet Honesty, must them bow To this glad face that shines before them now, Intelligence preen brighter higher light, Fair Innocence grow fairer for soft majesty And Darkness trip away from trustless night. Life looks upon her picture … Continue reading →

That might of spring you may in my self see When spanking leaves, as green-light founts, do wave On swaying boughs by frolic airs set free, Fresh-painted choirs, where baby birds tweet brave. In me you see the laughter of … Continue reading →

You look upon the stars and rise; The sky has two more eyes. You tilt your head against the moon; Your hair is a silent tune. Upon reading Plato he tripped and fell; How he’s a shade he’ll never tell. … Continue reading →

When men do devise to rise on many lies And other men applaud, follow, deem them wise, Then stand apart, and stray not to their shadow-show Where up is down, and forth is back, and yes is no. They stumble … Continue reading →

Dear boy of light so bravely bright, What better line could I assign To rhyme your time of baby-might Than boy of light so bravely bright? Just one thing more can wing my breath, It’s, “All the world was made … Continue reading →

I pledge allegiance to each self-loving, self-made individual Whose ideal of justice is force-free profitable trade, Who sets his goals, and acts, with his own thinking mind And strives for creative competence sure and unafraid. I pledge allegiance to countries … Continue reading →

Oh face of happy pride and blooming brow, May all the world shine as your mirror now And tilt to see the beauty of its sphere In glowing chin and cheeks, and eyes so clear. Such glance of fullest moon—not … Continue reading →

The wrinkled skin of her face was old, Yet tight, like a desert tree. Her eyes were bright, and piercing bold, And blue as the far blue sea. She said, while leaning above the sun, “Go on, my young man, … Continue reading →

Thou wert the golden miracle of this age, But no mysterious mystic miracle art, For confident self-confidence doth raise Its strength up through thy link-ed mind and heart, And rational reason, wound within thy will, Flows darting from thine eyes like wheels … Continue reading →

Your lovely fingers, taken by my hand,— Your arm must follow too, I understand, And so your body, also, it must come, That I can add its treasure to my sum. Now I contain a total, you can see, That … Continue reading →

As delicate as harp-trilling fingers The little girl tripped across the lawn, The sunlight flinging gold coins in her hair That rang—still ring–of happiness so bright That I was lifted up into the air, Made lighter for this treasure of … Continue reading →

Before the sun had run up o’er the hills, When all the air was veils of misty gray, I walked around the parkland of my host, Full wide awake for wings of waking day. There was I met with featherers … Continue reading →