Sunday, January 29, 2012

when I have come with happy heart to sixty years and ten,
i'll buy a boat and sail away upon a summer sea;
and in a little lonely isle that's far and far from men,
in peace and praise I'll spend the days the Gods allow to me.
for I am weary of a strife so pitiless and vain;
and in a far and fairy isle, bewilderingly bright,
i'll learn to know the leap and glow of rapture once again,
and welcome every living dawn with wonder and delight...

...for when I come with happy heart to sixty years and ten,
i fondly hope the best of life will yet remain to me;
and so I'll burn my foolish books and break my futile pen,
and seek a tranced and tranquil isle, that dreams eternally.
i'll turn my back on all the world, I'll bid my friends adieu;
unto the blink I'll leave behind what gold I have to give;
and in a jewelled solitude I'll mould my life anew,
and nestling close to Nature's heart, I'll learn at last . . . to live.

-from beachcomber by robert william service

Saturday, January 28, 2012

dancing is a vertical expression
of a horizontal desire

-robert frost

Friday, January 27, 2012

the lady sleeps oh may her sleep
which is enduring so be deep
heaven have her in its sacred keep
this chamber changed for one more holy
this bed for one more melancholy
i pray to god that she may lie
for ever with unopened eye
while the pale sheeted ghosts go by

-from the sleeper by edgar allen poe

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

The sad and solemn night hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
The glorious host of light walk the dark hemisphere till she retires;
All through her silent watches, gliding slow,
Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go.

-- William Cullen Bryant, Hymn to the North Star

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before 
that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.

-sylvia plath in the bell jar

Monday, January 23, 2012

O wild and wondrous midnight,
There is a might in thee
To make the charmed body
Almost like spirit be,
And give it some faint glimpses
Of immortality.
~James Russell Lowell, Midnight

Sunday, January 22, 2012


“For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.”

- Vladimir Nabokov