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#130317 2 years, 7 months ago
The Enkindled Spring
by D. H. Lawrence

This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.

I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.

And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that's gone astray, and is lost.

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#130654 2 years, 7 months ago
Dedicated to 83, and all the gardeners.

Plant a Garden

by Edgar Albert Guest

If your purse no longer bulges
and you've lost your golden treasure,
If at times you think you're lonely
and have hungry grown for pleasure,
Don't sit by your hearth and grumble,
don't let mind and spirit harden.
If it's thrills of joy you wish for
get to work and plant a garden!

If it's drama that you sigh for,
plant a garden and you'll get it
You will know the thrill of battle
fighting foes that will beset it
If you long for entertainment and
for pageantry most glowing,
Plant a garden and this summer spend
your time with green things growing.

If it's comradeship you sight for,
learn the fellowship of daisies.
You will come to know your neighbor
by the blossoms that he raises;
If you'd get away from boredom
and find new delights to look for,
Learn the joy of budding pansies
which you've kept a special nook for.

If you ever think of dying
and you fear to wake tomorrow
Plant a garden! It will cure you
of your melancholy sorrow
Once you've learned to know peonies,
petunias, and roses,
You will find every morning
some new happiness discloses.




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I can't come down, it's plain to see.
I can't come down, I've been set free.
Who you are, and what you do,
don't make no difference to me.
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#131561 2 years, 7 months ago
Aftermath

Compelled by calamity's magnet
They loiter and stare as if the house
Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought
Some scandal might any minute ooze
From a smoke-choked closet into light;
No deaths, no prodigious injuries
Glut these hunters after an old meat,
Blood-spoor of the austere tragedies.

Mother Medea in a green smock
Moves humbly as any housewife through
Her ruined apartments, taking stock
Of charred shoes, the sodden upholstery:
Cheated of the pyre and the rack,
The crowd sucks her last tear and turns away.

-Sylvia Plath
...was staring at the little blotch of sunshine with a special intensity, considering lying down in it.

-JD Salinger
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#132336 2 years, 7 months ago
A Clear Midnight

by Walt Whitman

THIS is thy hour O Soul,
thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art,
the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing,
pondering the themes thou lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars.





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I can't come down, it's plain to see.
I can't come down, I've been set free.
Who you are, and what you do,
don't make no difference to me.
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#132806 2 years, 7 months ago
I've been reading Whitman's Leaves of Grass lately. He wrote quite a few poems related to brief encounters with others. In the inscription to the 1860 edition, he wrote "Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?" It makes me think he would have liked the lyrics "Strangers stopping strangers, just to shake their hand". After all, there's no reason we have to stay strangers to each other, so smile and say hello to the people passing by you in this world. They might be your next best friend or lover.


To A Stranger by Walt Whitman

PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me,
I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has become not yours only, nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

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#134962 2 years, 7 months ago
Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere) arranging
a window,into which people look (while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there) and

without breaking anything.


by e.e. cummings

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#136161 2 years, 7 months ago
Remember the Moon

by Shirley Whalley

Remember the moon my friend
Our line of sight
Joining our separate nights

Remember the moon my friend
When days seem dark
Yet sun burns the sky blue

Remember the moon my friend
When rains come, mangoes ripen
And even cattle refuse the bounty

When frogs croak
And pigs wallow
And birds nest again

The sight of the moon
Is as eyes meeting
Faster than light
Our gaze drawing us near

The sight of the full moon
Pulls us as it pulls oceans
A silver thread
Strong as spider's web

The sight of the moon
Sometimes a sliver
And sometimes full as day
And sometimes appearing at the sun's setting

Our eyes will find it
When loneliness fills them to brim
With the salt memory
Of cashews roasting in a tin
And of the the river swim






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I can't come down, it's plain to see.
I can't come down, I've been set free.
Who you are, and what you do,
don't make no difference to me.
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#139190 2 years, 6 months ago
Spring moon

By Luna Light

The moon covered by a silver light
grace us with the gift of spring,
let the flowers bloom from the magic,
of your sliver touch let the rivers
sing with the warmth of night,
let the spring awake you from
the frost of winters touch,
let the morning bring the birds
song of life's joy let you sing
spring is here at last!




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I can't come down, it's plain to see.
I can't come down, I've been set free.
Who you are, and what you do,
don't make no difference to me.
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#139259 2 years, 6 months ago
Maithuna

What were we reaching for, pouring
the storm of our days those first few hours
into each others’ mouths? And what sadnesses
were we abandoning? What wars were we
marching against? And just how many hearts
you asked were stolen and how many rightfully
mine? How did I come to imagine building
a city of flowerboxes? Or hear your ancestors
whispering in between kisses? And then,
when in the next few hours did we cease?

-Major Jackson
...was staring at the little blotch of sunshine with a special intensity, considering lying down in it.

-JD Salinger
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#139292 2 years, 6 months ago
Sonnet 98

William Shakespeare 1609



From you I have been absent in the spring
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put forth his youth into every thing,
That heavy handed Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him,
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of flowers of different odour or hue,
Could make me of any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them from where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermillion of the rose;
They were sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, the pattern of all those.
Yet seem'd it winter still, and you away,
As if your shadow I will these did play
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#139715 2 years, 6 months ago
Stone Bird
by Pattiann Rogers

I remember you. You’re the one
who lifted your ancient bones
of fossil rock, pulled yourself free
of the strata like a plaster figure
rising from its own mold, became
flesh and feather, took wing,
arrested the sky.

You’re the one who, though marble,
floated as beautifully as a white
blossom on the pond all summer,
who, though skeletal and particled
like winter, glimmered as solid as a bird
of cut crystal in the icy trees.

You are redbird—sandstone
wings and agate eyes—at dusk.
You are greybird—polished granite
and pearl eyes—just before dawn,
midnight bird with a reflective
vacancy of heart like a mirror
of pure obsidian.

You’re the one who flew down
to that river from the heavens,
as if your form alone were the only
holy message needed. You were alabaster
then in the noonday sun.

Once I saw you rise without rising
from your prison pedestal
in the garden beneath the lime tree.
At that moment your ghost
in its haunting permeated every
regality of the forest with light,
reigned with disdain in thin air
above the mountain, sank in union
with the crosswinds of the sea.

I remember you. You’re the one
who entered in through my death
as if it were an open window
and you were the sound of the serenade
being sung outside for me, the words
of which, I know now, are of freedom
cast in stone forever.
...was staring at the little blotch of sunshine with a special intensity, considering lying down in it.

-JD Salinger
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#139722 2 years, 6 months ago
^^^Oh, I like that a lot!!
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