Photo & Poem Gallery

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

When I was one-and-twenty
       I heard a wise man say,
“Give crowns and pounds and guineas
       But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies

The tulips make me want to paint,
Something about the way they drop
Their petals on the tabletop
And do not wilt so much as faint,
 
Something about their burnt-out hearts,
Something about their pallid stems
Wearing decay like diadems,