Archive for the ‘poetry’ Category

Quote of the day, May 11

May 12, 2017

Rainier Marie Rilke, from “Letters to a Young Poet”

“If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches.”

Quote of the day, May 8

May 8, 2017

William Wordsworth

“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.”

Quote of the day, Oct. 14

October 14, 2016

Bob Dylan, from “Oxford Town”

He went down to Oxford Town
Guns and clubs followed him down
All because his face was brown
Better get away from Oxford Town

Oxford Town around the bend
He come in to the door, he couldn’t get in
All because of the color of his skin
What do you think about that, my friend?

Quote of the day, July 10

July 10, 2016

Alessandro Manzoni, from The Betrothed

“Bullies, oppressors and all men who do violence to the rights of others are guilty not only of their own crimes, but also of the corruption they bring into the hearts of their victims.”

Quote of the day, July 6

July 5, 2016

From Psalm 103

“Sanctorum velut aquilae juventus renovabitur.” (English translation: “Your youth is renewed like the eagle’s plumage.”

Quote of the day, July 4

July 4, 2016

Yves Bonnefoy, from “The House Where I Was Born 07”

I remember, it was a morning, in summer,
The window was half-open, I drew near,
I could see my father at the end of the garden.
He was motionless, looking for something,
I could not tell what, or where, beyond the world,
His body was already bent over, but his gaze
Was lifted toward the unaccomplished or the impossible.
He had put aside his pick and his spade,
The air was fresh on that morning of the world,
But even freshness can be impenetrable, and cruel
The memory of the mornings of childhood.
Who was he, who had he been in the light,
I did not know, I still do not.

Quote of the day, May 22

May 22, 2016

Jane Kenyon, “Otherwise”

I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.

Quote of the day, May 14

May 14, 2016

T.S. Eliot, from The Dry Salvages

And under the oppression of the silent fog
The tolling bell
Measures time not our time, rung by the unhurried
Ground swell, a time
Older than the time of chronometers, older
Than time counted by anxious worried women
Lying awake, calculating the future,
Trying to unweave, unwind, unravel
And piece together the past and the future,
Between midnight and dawn, when the past is all deception,
The future futureless, before the morning watch
When time stops and time is never ending;
And the ground swell, that is and was from the beginning,
Clangs
The bell.

Quote of the day, April 4

April 3, 2016

William Wordsworth, from “The Tables Turned”

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.

Quote of the day, April 3

April 3, 2016

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, on enthusiasm

“Nothing is as contagious as enthusiasm. It is the real allegory of the myth of Orpheus; it moves stones, and charms brutes. It is the genius of sincerity, and truth accomplishes no victories without it.”