Monthly Archives: November 2013

When a great artist acts, And produces great art, His work becomes fact In the mind and the heart. Then the viewer is lit With a fire in his soul, Completing the hit Of the artist’s control. Here now we … Continue reading →

Thank Man from whom all blessings flow— The spark of thought, the will to go, The measured judgment, logic right, The leading on of reason’s light! Thank Man for all we eat and wear, For leisure-time without a care, For … Continue reading →

I made a statue of myself some ten yards high, More beautiful and proud than all I’d ever done. His eyes were so aware he seemed to gather in the universe; His mouth was ready for laughter And his hands … Continue reading →

The sun does pop, the breezes fly; I am my song until I die— A lot of treasure ears to squeeze, Melodic pleasures me to please. A thirst, a burst, a bubbled note, A taste of it ere it doth … Continue reading →

I paint a painting of truth so clear I feel, my Love, your breath right here. Your flashing eyes, your taut bright face, The sense of you on a long, long chase; Your hair, filled up with melting sun; Your … Continue reading →

I am a single being, one Who sings of singing one, And that one sacred one is I. I am the voice, the note, the song, The choice of growing strong And being only me until I die. I am … Continue reading →

Rinky-tinky-tan, I want to be a man, I want to be a man all day! Though a beetle, I can think, With a happy little wink, And I always do the very best I can! Roodle-doodle, I can toot— Tootle-tootle, … Continue reading →

Unto the altar I went, Nor bent, nor said a prayer. Unto the altar I went And stood, and stripped me bare. The worshippers turned their heads. I pushed the altar over; It fell with a crash. I stood, a … Continue reading →

Songs of the soul Are always trying To be out and upward flying. Unloose the tethers; Give them feathers for any weathers. Soul of your song Will not be dying If it’s out and upward flying. Then free your biding! … Continue reading →

In the solo fire Of your whole desire, As it rose aglow in your throat, And the flow of your soul, Then unfrozen and whole, Was aglow as a full-blowing note, Was it known to you wholly? Did you hold … Continue reading →

So steady now, the notes advance, Those solid notes so deep and strong. I hear no fragile skip and dance, But thought that goeth straight along. A pause, and silence lifts a dream; A chord, and follows hard the soul; … Continue reading →

Born from joy, Born a boy, Born to be— To be me! Not for brother, Nor for mother, Not for sister, Father—other! Others—each for self To be, see and do, Each one for one, As I for I And you … Continue reading →

In the gray-shining winter morn I wandered the grim garden through, And found there a last rose, forlorn, That was the opposite of you. And I plucked it and shook it bare, And with triumph laid it to death, Rememb’ring … Continue reading →

She came along, Along the path she came, Her hands a song, A song without a name. Then from a tree, A tree of blossoms white, She caught a leaf, A leaf of greenest light. And with her lips, Her … Continue reading →

Lisa, when the summer set, Wore no leaves of curled regret; When the autumn color fled Lisa did not bow her head; When the winter showed its palm And patted snow and ice on ground, Lisa grew intensely calm, Stood … Continue reading →