Heliodora, by HD (c.1922) He and I sought together,over the spattered table,rhymes and flowers,gifts for a name. He said, among others,I will bring(and the phrase was just and good,but not as good as mine)“the narcissus that loves the rain.”
The Sun Never Says, by Hafiz Even after all this time The sun never says to the earth, “You owe Me.” Look what happens with A love like that, It lights the whole sky. – from The Gift
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coco travelling
– excerpt from Song of the Open Road, Walt Whitman
Photo by Sandra Peterson Ramirez
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When life’s slings and arrows seem too many, and its happy fortunes too few, I usually bake a chocolate cake. But then again, nothing says comfort quite like hot buttery toast, does it?
Tagged: breakfast toast, Love on Toast, poetry
Home is so Sad, by Philip Larkin Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,Shaped to the comfort of the last to goAs if to win them back. Instead, bereftOf anyone to please, it withers so,Having no heart to put aside the theft And turn again to what it started as,A joyous shot at how things ought to be,Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:Look at the pictures and the cutlery.The music in the piano stool. That vase. From Collected Poems by Philip Larkin. Copyright © 1988, 2003 by the Estate of Philip Larkin.