To everyone born in October May the universe always give you a song. “Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild! With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.” William Butler Yeats
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William Butler Yeats
Whaler’s Cove, Point Lobos Come away, O human child! To the waters, and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. The Stolen Child (Note to self: I have no problem with guns – it’s the bullets I’m worried about.)
William Blake
Utah in the Afternoon The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass Answer’d the lovely maid and said: “I am a watry weed, And I am very small, and love to dwell in lowly vales; So weak, the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head; Yet I am visited from heaven, and heContinue reading “William Blake”
Dylan Thomas
Rockaway Beach Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand, In the moon that is always rising, Nor that riding to sleep I should hear him fly with the high fields And wake to the farm forever fledContinue reading “Dylan Thomas”
William Butler Yeats ~ S. M. Hart
Virginia at Eighteen When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love falseContinue reading “William Butler Yeats ~ S. M. Hart”
Pierre-August Renoir
The Pont des Artes, Paris 1867-68 (Reproduction) I appreciate my shadow. It introduces me to people, It admires every view with me, It does Tai Chi with me in the morning and walks with me in the afternoon. If I ever take up golf, it will be my caddy. S. M. Hart
North Shore Trail, Point Lobos
Below the East, she has discovered it, Now she has discovered Dawn Boy, The child now he has come upon it, Where it was resting, he has come upon it, Now he talks to it, now it listens to him. Since it listens to him, it obeys him; Since it obeys him, it grants himContinue reading “North Shore Trail, Point Lobos”
Joseph Kleitsch
Laguna on a Cloudy Day 1930 (Reproduction) When you sail to Byzantium, You eventually reach the shore Where your memories outnumber your visions; Where you no longer ask “Is it worth it?” But “Was it worth it?”
Bluefish Cove, Point Lobos
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means, Time held me green and dying Though I sang in my chains like the sea. Dylan Thomas ~ Fern Hill
T. S. Eliot ~ S. M. Hart
Whaler’s Cove, Point Lobos 2021 I grow old…I grow old… I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing each to each. I do notContinue reading “T. S. Eliot ~ S. M. Hart”
Objects in a Bag 