Friday, April 29, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
National Poetry Month is almost over, but it's been amusing to match pictures and words. I have not included my own poetry. If it's published on a blog, then most journals consider it "previously published" and will not accept it. Thus, you've expanded your mind here with others' words.
For one that comes into the wilderness with a pencil to sketch or sing, a thousand come with an ax or rifle - Henry David Thoreau
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Her newly built pergola, rough hewn cedar, affords a splendid view of mesquite, cactus, and wild terrain. In this silent serene wilderness the weary can gain a heart - bath in perfect peace - John Muir. Sure, he was talking about California redwoods, but any view like this picture applies.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Most sorts of diversion in men, children, and other animals are an imitation of fighting - Jonathan Swift.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care,
I can go to hell
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast
How should we like it were we stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the other more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day
Were all stars to disappear or die
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime
Though this might take me a little time.