“The Kingdom Of Love” In the dawn of the day, when the sea and the earth Reflected the sunrise above, I set forth, with a heart full of courage and mirth, To seek for the Kingdom of Love. I asked of a Poet I met on the way, Which cross-road would lead me aright, And…
“I am a fountain, You are my water” I am a fountain, You are my water. I flow from You to You. I am an eye, You are my light. I look from You to You. You are neither my right nor my left. You are my foot and my arm as well. I am…
“How to Be a Poet” (To remind myself) i Make a place to sit down. Sit down. Be quiet. You must depend upon affection, reading, knowledge, skill — more of each than you have — inspiration, work, growing older, patience, for patience joins time to eternity. Any readers who like your poems, doubt their…
Art begs you to notice it. Why? Because art is God’s way of saying hello. So pay attention to poetry. Pay attention to music. Pay attention to paintings and sculptures and photo exhibits and ballets and plays. Don’t let all this go unnoticed. Your world is shouting out to you, revealing something intrinsically glorious…
We are the sons of Sorrow; we are the poets
And the prophets and the musicians.
The breath of Spring
Lifting on wings that feel . The pulse of Life
Hope that will bring
“At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.”
To know, is to know that you know nothing. That is the meaning of true knowledge.
The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow;
His daylight wanderings. Forever done
With simple joys and quiet happiness
He guards the vision of the sunset sky;