Sunday, July 8, 2012

Under Every Tree Is a Shadow





     
"He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water,
that brings forth its fruit in its season,
whose leaf also shall not wither;
and whatever he does shall prosper."
  
   
Psalm 1:3

Sunday, July 1, 2012

And White Ones Become Luminous





    
"As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled,
when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their
stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force."
     
Dante Alighieri - Inferno

Saturday, June 23, 2012

At the Base of the Turreted Corner









       
"The past is still visible.
The buildings haven't changed,
the layout of the streets hasn't changed.
So memory is very available to me as I walk around."

       
Jonathan Lethem

Sunday, June 10, 2012

MySpot: This Glistening Hour












*Ph of me/ Dreamboy

         
"When from the opening chambers of the east
The morning springs in thousand liveries drest,
The early larks their morning tribute pay,
And, in shrill notes, salute the blooming day."
           
James Thomson

Friday, June 8, 2012

Golden Beneath the Trees




            
"What ye have been ye still shall be,
When we are dust the dust among,
O yellow flowers!"
      
Austin Dobson

Sunday, June 3, 2012

The Primrose Path









        
"Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreathes;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes."
          
William Wordsworth - Lines Written in Early Spring

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Briefer Than The Apple Blossom









 
"Apple blossoms swing and sway,
In the merry month of May.
All the fairy folks are gay,
’Tis the merry month of May.
In the trees the birdies call,
Apple blossoms softly fall,
Here the robin sweetly say
’Tis the merry month of May."
       
Traditional

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

MySpot: When Every Lusty Heart Beginneth to Blossom





*Ph of me/ Dreamboy
         
"For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins."
         
           
Algernon Charles Swinburne - Atalanta in Calydon