conniemeryart

6/18/10

y3

the longest days of the year:
celebrate!

6/16/10

n7

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I shan't be gone long--You come too.

I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother. It's so young
It totters when she licks it with her tongu.
I shan't be gone long--You come too.

RFrost

6/14/10

ja12

This dirty little heart
Is freely mine--
I won it with a bun--
A freckled shrine,

But eligibly fair
To him who sees
The visage of the soul
And not the knees.

EDickinson

6/12/10

b31

6/10/10

a12

6/7/10

6/6/10

n19

Only that which does not teach, does not condescend, persuade, cry out, explain, is irresistible.

WBYeats

6/4/10

f10

Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.But, tree,
I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.

RFrost

6/2/10

j28

5/30/10

B31

Nor does death leap upon me unaware
Like some wild beast that hungers for its prey,
But gives me kindly warning to prepare:
Before I go, to kiss your tears away…
How sweet the summer! And the autumn shone
Late warmth within our hearts as in the sky,
ripening rich harvests that our love had sown.
How good that ere the winter comes, I die!
Then, ageless, in your heart I’ll come to rest
Serene and proud, as when you loved me best.

HZinsser