Feb 14 2009
My Pretty Rose Tree
by William Blake
A flower was offered to me:
Such a flower as May never bore.
But I said “I’ve a Pretty Rose-tree”,
And I passed the sweet flower o’er.
Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree:
To tend her by day and by night.
But my Rose turn’d away with jealousy:
And her thorns were my only delight.
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Nov 19 2008
Fall is one of my favorite times of year. I love the start of school and from September, the slow progression through November. One of my favorite holidays is Thanksgiving, the final celebration dressed in browns, oranges, and yellows. Fall is full of scents and sounds. The smell and crunch of the leaves are as distinct as the sounds of winter; fallen snow and its own sound of gentle footsteps when it is soft.
A new blogger at Today.com, Mommagreenfish, has written a wonderful post called Finding the joy in November. I share her sentiment. November, another month where there is change in nature and in us as we prepare for a new season.
What joy do you find in November?
Oct 09 2008
Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.
Miguel de Cervantes
October 9 marks the birthdays of both Miguel de Cervantes (1547), novelist, Don Quixote and Bruce Catton (1899) a U.S. historian and writer, Civil War.
Oct 09 2008
Sooner or later
you must move down an unknown road
that leads beyond the range of the imagination,
and the only certainty is that
the trip has to be made.
- Bruce Catton
Oct 09 2008
Progress
is the sum of small victories
won by individual human beings.
- Bruce Catton
U.S., historian and writer, Civil War
Oct 09 2008
To The Lake
In Spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less -
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,
And the tall pines that towered around.But when the night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody -
Then - ah, then, I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight -
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define -
Nor Love - although the love were thine.Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining -
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.Edgar Allan Poe
(1809-1849)
Oct 08 2008
Seek freedom and become captive of your desires.
Seek discipline and find your liberty.
Frank Herbert
Happy Anniversary Lord Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane
October 8 marks the birthdays of authors R. L. Stine (1943) and Frank Herbert (1920)and the wedding anniversary of Dorothy L. Sayers’ beloved characters Lord Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane (1937).
Oct 07 2008
Follow your inner moonlight;
don’t hide the madness.
Allen Ginsberg
June 3, 1926 – April 5, 1997
Writer’s Digest Prompt Contest 14
Today in history, poet Alan Ginsberg reads his poem “Howl” at a poetry reading.
Oct 07 2008
Poets are Damned…
but See with the Eyes of Angels.
Allen Ginsberg
June 3, 1926 – April 5, 1997
