Love’s lantern

1 Comment


20120617-134548.jpg

Because the road was steep and long
And through a dark and lonely land,
God set upon my lips a song
And put a lantern in my hand.

Through miles on weary miles of night
That stretch relentless in my way
My lantern burns serene and white,
An unexhausted cup of day.

O golden lights and lights like wine,
How dim your boasted splendors are.
Behold this little lamp of mine;
It is more starlike than a star!
~Joyce Kilmer

Advertisements

A Boat Beneath a Sunny Sky

Leave a comment


20120605-201021.jpg

A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July —

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear —

Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream —
Lingering in the golden gleam —
Life, what is it but a dream?

~Lewis Carroll

Happy moments

Leave a comment


20120603-150939.jpg

Cool summer nights. Windows open. Lamps burning.
Fruit in the bowl. And your head on my shoulder.
These the happiest moments in the day.
Next to the early morning hours, of course.
And the time just before lunch. And the afternoon,
and early evening hours. But I do love these
summer nights. Even more, I think, than those other
times. The work finished for the day.
And no one who can reach us now. Or ever.
~Raymond Carver

YOLO

1 Comment


20120603-150036.jpg

How strange to use “You only live once” as an excuse to throw it away.
~Bill Copeland

Laughter

Leave a comment


Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face. ~Victor Hugo

20120519-080754.jpg

Cloth

Leave a comment


We weave our excuses around events.
Thin, poor quality cloth of justification
Poor substitutes for the heavy tribal blankets
Once we wove to wrap our children.
~Phillip Pulfrey

For Lovers and Fighters

1 Comment


Sometimes while I ride the subway I try to look at each person and imagine what they look like to someone who is totally in love with them. I think everyone has had someone look at them that way, whether it was a lover, or a parent, or a friend, whether they know it or not. It’s a wonderful thing, to look at someone to whom I would never be attracted and think about what looking at them feels like to someone who is devouring every part of their image, who has invisible strings that are connected to this person tied to every part of their body. I think this fun pastime is a way of cultivating compassion. It feels good to think about people that way, and to use that part of my mind that I think is traditionally reserved for a tiny portion of people I’ll meet in my life to appreciate the general public.
~Dean Spade

Older Entries