the sea isn't far:
somedays you see its slim band;
others, it blends.
The Not-So-Distant Sea [Haiku]
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“The Cross of Snow” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [w/ Audio]
In the long, sleepless watches of the night,
A gentle face -- the face of one long dead --
Looks at me from the wall, where round its head
The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light.
Here in this room she died; and soul more white
Never through martyrdom of fire was led
To its repose; nor can in books be read
The legend of a life more benedight.
There is a mountain in the distant West
That, sun-defying, in its deep ravines
Displays a cross of snow upon its side.
Such is the cross I wear upon my breast
These eighteen years, through all the changing scenes
And seasons, changeless since the day she died.
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Pansies [Haiku]
colorful pansies
catch the morning sun, and
look like peeking faces
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Five Wise Lines [May 2024]
Play is a state of mind, rather than an activity.
Stuart brown in PLay: How it shapes the brain, opens the imagination, and Invigorates the soul
My sins are running out behind me, and I do not see them, and today I come to judge the sins of another!
From Sayings of the Desert Fathers
(A Senior Monk’s reply upon being asked to Judge a younger monk’s actions)
Ye have heard that it hath been said, An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth! But I say unto you, That ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also.
Matthew 5: 38&39
I have no scepter, but I have a pen.
Voltaire to Fredrick the great
If a man is born to error, let us wish him virtuous errors.
Voltaire; ON Superstition
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Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare [w/ Audio]
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come.
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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Shadow Cat [Haiku]
even by daylight,
the black cat is a shadow --
devoid of depth.
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Cherry [Kyōka]
some are made speechless
by falling cherry blossoms,
but -- for others --
speechlessness comes from
a mouthful of the fruits.
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“A Quoi Bon Dire” by Charlotte Mew [w/ Audio]
Seventeen years ago you said
Something that sounded like Good-bye;
And everybody thinks that you are dead,
But I.
So I, as I grow stiff and cold
To this and that say Good-bye too;
And everybody sees that I am old
But you.
And one fine morning in a sunny lane
Some boy and girl will meet and kiss and swear
That nobody can love their way again
While over there
You will have smiled, I shall have tossed your hair.
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Poppy Blur [Haiku]
“Autumn” by T. E. Hulme [w/ Audio]
A touch of cold in the Autumn night --
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.
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