- Sir Walter RaleighNature, that washed her hands in milk ( Read more... )

E'en such is time! which takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, and all we have;
And pays us naught but age and dust,
Which, in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days.
And from which grave, and earth, and dust,
The Lord will raise me up, I

- Hilaire Belloc
This is the laughing-eyed amongst them all ( Read more... )

- Edna St. Vincent Millay

No matter what I say,
All that I really love
Is the rain that flattens on the bay,
And the eel-grass in the cove;
The jingle-shells that lie and bleach
At the tide-line, and the trace
Of higher tides along the beach:
Nothing in this place.

- Forrester

end of autumn -
finding myself
in a field of thistle

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summer evening...
fanning myself
with a paper moon

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winter afternoon -
a crow blackens
the whole sky

- G.K. ChestertonWhen fishes flew and forests walked ( Read more... )

I spent nearly the entirety of February thinking that Lent started a week after it actually did, which made things a bit weird last week and through the last couple of days. But my hope is that this Lenten season will be a bit more of a process rather than an observance as in past years: a slow scraping away of accumulated bad habits, particularly ( Read more... )

- Hilaire Belloc
It freezes - all across a soundless sky ( Read more... )

- John MiltonYe flaming Powers, and wingèd Warriors bright ( Read more... )

- Hilaire BellocNovember is that historied Emperor ( Read more... )