at that hour

at that hour when all things have repose,

o lonely watcher of the skies,

do you hear the night wind and the sighs

of harps playing unto love to unclose

the pale gates of sunrise?

when all things repose, do you alone

awake to hear the sweet harps play

to love before him on his way,

and the night wind answering in antiphon

till night is overgone?

play on, invisible harps, unto love,

whose way in heaven is aglow

at that hour when soft lights come and go,

soft sweet music in the air above

and in the earth below.

- james joyce

the missing all- prevented me

the missing all- prevented me

from missing minor things.

if nothing larger than a world's

departure from a hinge-

or sun's extinction, be observed-

'twas not so large that i

could lift my forehead from my work

for curiosity.

- emily dickinson

sir walter raleigh to his son

three things there be that prosper up apace,

and flourish while they grow asunder far;

but on a day, they meet all in a place,

and when they meet, they one another mar.

and they be these: the wood, the weed, the wag:

the wood is that that makes the gallows tree;

the weed is that that strings the hangman's bag;

the way, my pretty knave, betokens thee.

now mark, dear boy- while these assemble not,

green springs the tree, hemp grows, the wag is wild;

but when they meet, it makes the timber rot,

it frets the halter, and it chokes the child.

- sir walter raleigh

san francisco

annabel lee

it was many and many a year ago,
in a kingdom by the sea,
that a maiden there lived whom you may know
by the name of annabel lee;
and this maiden she lived with no other thought
than to love and be loved by me.

i was a child and she was a child,
in this kingdom by the see;
but we loved with a love that was more than love-
i and my annabel lee;
with a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
coveted her and me.

and this was the reason that, long ago,
in this kingdom by the sea
a wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
my beautiful annabel lee;
so that her highborn kinsman came
and bore her away from me,
to shut her up in a sepulchre
in this kingdom by the sea.

the angels, not half so happy in heaven,
went envying her and me-
yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
in this kingdom by the sea)
that the wind came out of the cloud by night,
chilling and killing my annabel lee.

but our love it was stronger by far than the love
of those who were older than we-
of many far wiser than we-
and neither the angels in heaven above,
nor the demons down under the sea,
can ever dissever my soul from the soul
of the beautiful annabel lee.

for the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
of the beautiful annabel lee;
and the stars never rise but i feel the bright eyes
of the beautiful annabel lee;
and so, all the night-tide, i lie down by the side
of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
in the sepulchre there by the sea.

- edgar allen poe

i am satisfied

i am satisfied - i see, dance, laugh, sing;

as the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread

- walt whitman

anywhere i go

not so sure

the breakfast club

dear mr. vernon,

we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. what we did was wrong. but we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. you see us as you want to see us... in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. but what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. does that answer your question?

sincerely yours,

the breakfast club

LIFE

tom baker

"there's no point in being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes."

martin luther king, jr.

"we are not makers of history, we are made by history."

mimi khalvati

"i'm drawn to the fluidity of connections, the fragility of boundaries."

the lake isle of innisfree

i will arise and go now, and go to innisfree,

and a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:

nine bean-rows will i have there, a hive for the honeybee,

and live alone in the bee-loud glade.

and i shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

there midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

and evening full of the linnet's wings.

i will arise and go now, for always night and day

i hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

while i stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

i hear it in the deep heart's core.

- william butler yeats

he wishes for the cloths of heaven

had i the heavens' embroidered cloths,

enwrought with golden and silver light,

the blue and the dim and the dark cloths

of night and light and the half-light,

i would spread the cloths under your feet:

but i, being poor, have only my dreams;

i have spread my dreams under your feet;

tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

- william butler yeats

boots of spanish leather