The Spider

A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you O my soul where you stand ( Read more... )

A Wedding PoemThis for you, for both of you,

a small poem of happiness
filled with small glories and little triumphs
a fragile, short cheerful song
filled with hope and all sorts of futures
Because at weddings we imagine the future ( Read more... )

Opening Words

I believe the earth ( Read more... )

One Art

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster ( Read more... )

From Bluejo's Journal, 14th October 2008:She dances golden, in a drift of leaves ( Read more... )

From Making Light's anecdotal thread, Pearls of great price, not to be devalued #268: Right there on edge on mountain lip see cloud ( Read more... )

Dirge without MusicI am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground ( Read more... )

The Spider
A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space ( Read more... )