Photo & Poem Gallery

Long live the weeds that overwhelm
My narrow vegetable realm!--
The bitter rock, the barren soil
That force the son of man to toil;
All things unholy, marked by curse,
The ugly of the universe.
The rough, the wicked and the wild

The leaves, like women, interchange
Sagacious confidence;
Somewhat of nods, and somewhat of
Portentous inference, 
The parties in both cases
Enjoining secrecy,-
Inviolable copact
To notoriety.

I think that the Root of the Wind is Water—
It would not sound so deep
Were it a Firmamental Product—
Airs no Oceans keep—
Mediterranean intonations—
To a Current’s Ear—
There is a maritime conviction
In the Atmosphere—

Hello young lovers,
Whoever you are,
I hope your troubles are few.
All my good wishes go with you tonight,
I've been in love like you.

The gods intended you for me: I had searched
store after store, nothing fit, in a whole world
of hats and hatmakers, nothing had been made for me,
Lilliputian or giant, it scarcely matters which.
 
Then I was directed – it cannot have been chance –

I thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
To-night with the first spring thunder
In a rush of rain.

I remembered a darkened doorway
Where we stood while the storm swept by,
Thunder gripping the earth

There's a poem in every flower, 
a sonnet in every tree, 
a tale in every lifetime
it's just for you to see…

there's a lyric in every brook
as it rushes over rocks, 
there's an ode in every nuance, 
as love's wonder unlocks, 

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride 
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You Haste away so soon:
And yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain’d his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day 
Has run 
But to the ever-song.

On a tree by a river a little tom-tit

Sang "Willow, tit willow, tit willow"

And I said to him, "Dicky-bird, why do you sit

Singing 'Willow, tit willow, tit willow'"

"Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?" I cried