Sea Breeze The flesh is sad, Alas! and I have read all the books. Let’s go! Far off. Let’s go! I sense that the birds, intoxicated, fly deep into unknown spume and sky! Nothing – not even old gardens mirrored by eyes – can restrain this heart that drenches itself in the sea, O nights, […]
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Patterns I walk down the garden-paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down the patterned garden-paths In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jeweled fan, I too am a rare Pattern. As I wander down The garden-paths. My dress is richly figured, And […]
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For joy’s sake, from my hands For joy’s sake, from my hands, take some honey and some sun, as Persephone’s bees told us. Not to be freed, the unmoored boat. Not to be heard, fur-booted shadows. Not to be silenced, life’s dark terrors. Now we only have kisses, dry and bristling like bees, that […]
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I Am Much Too Alone In This World I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone enough to truly consecrate the hour. I am much too small in this world, yet not small enough to be to you just object and thing, dark and smart. I want my free will and want […]
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Untitled Time is broken now. You should never have come. And yet you crossed what was between us, Thin ice on a rushing river A […]
“…I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?… Just a few days ago, someone reminded me of this poem by Mary Oliver called Summer Day. What a […]
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Liberty The last light has gone out of the world, except This moonlight lying on the grass like frost Beyond the brink of the tall elm’s shadow. It is as if everything else had slept Many an age, unforgotten and lost The men that were, the things done, long ago, All I have thought; and but the moon and I Live yet and here stand idle over the grave Where all is buried. Both have liberty To dream what we could do if we were free To do some thing we had desired long, The moon and I. There’s none […]
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“I beg you to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart, and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.” Rainer Maria Rilke in Letters To A Young Poet tr HD Herter Norton […]
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There’s a ring of inspirational fire energy around the zodiac until June. It’s burning long and bright. Uranus the awakener in Aries, Saturn the teacher in Sagittarius, Jupiter the joyous, in Leo. A Gift I Woke: — Night, lingering, poured upon the world Of drowsy hill and wood and lake Her moon-song, And the breeze accompanied with hushed fingers On the birches. Gently the dawn held out to me A golden handful of bird’s-notes. – Leonora Speyer Leonora Speyer was a virtuoso violinst before winning a Pulitzer prize for her poetry in 1926. Note the fiery trine from music and […]
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When I read the following thoughts on creativity from the pen of the poet TS Eliot, I asked myself what’s happening in his 12th house? “I know, for instance, that some forms of ill-health, debility or anaemia, may (if other circumstances are favourable) produce an efflux of poetry in a way approaching the condition of automatic writing — though, in contrast to the claims sometimes made for the latter, the material has obviously been incubating within the poet, and cannot be suspected of being a present form a friendly or impertinent demon. What one writes in this way may succeed in standing the […]
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