“This garden universe vibrates complete.
Some we get a sound so sweet.
Vibrations reach on up to become light,
And then thru gamma, out of sight.
Between the eyes and ears there lay,
The sounds of colour and the light of a sigh.
And to hear the sun, what a thing to believe.
But its all around if we could but perceive”.
“I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see.
For still, there are so many things that I have never seen:
In every wood, in every spring, there is a different green.”
Flights of words and birds of verse wing away
to grace the world we see
with thoughts beyond our eyes’ perception-
lest we lose our way, night finds day or otherwise
while echoes slide into silence.
~~
Karyl Lee, in response to above quoted verse and the very nice art
Breathe deep the gathering gloom / Watch lights fade from every room / Bedsetter people look back and lament / Another days useless energys spent / Impassioned lovers wrestle as one / Lonely man cries for love & has none / New mother picks up suckles her son / Senior citizenswish they wereyoung / Cold-hearted Orb that rules the night / removes the colours from our sight / Red is grey & yellow-white / But we decide which is right………and which is an Illusion.- Knights in white satin - Moody Blues
wndrwrthg over 15 years ago
“This garden universe vibrates complete. Some we get a sound so sweet. Vibrations reach on up to become light, And then thru gamma, out of sight. Between the eyes and ears there lay, The sounds of colour and the light of a sigh. And to hear the sun, what a thing to believe. But its all around if we could but perceive”.
The Word The Moody Blues
kfaatz925 over 15 years ago
(sort of relevant!)
“I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be When winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see. For still, there are so many things that I have never seen: In every wood, in every spring, there is a different green.”
-J.R.R. Tolkien
pibfan868 over 15 years ago
Flights of words and birds of verse wing away to grace the world we see with thoughts beyond our eyes’ perception- lest we lose our way, night finds day or otherwise while echoes slide into silence. ~~ Karyl Lee, in response to above quoted verse and the very nice art
steverinoCT over 15 years ago
“What is so rare as a day in June?…”
A day in April, September, or November. Days in February are even rarer.
–Fran Leibowitz (?)
boozoothatswho over 15 years ago
James Russell Lowell and the rest of the Fireside Poets could not write their way out of HD Thoreau’s knapsack.
Life is like a beanstalk, isn’t it?
r.dauphinee over 15 years ago
Sumer is icumen in Lhude sing cuccu GroweÞ sed and bloweÞ med And springÞ Þ wde nu Sing cuccu!
Awe bleteÞ after lomb Lhou after calue cu Bulluc sterteÞ, bucke uerteÞ Murie sing cuccu!
Ne swik Þu nauer nu
Sing cuccu nu. sing cuccu Sing cuccu, sing cuccu nu!
TheDOCTOR over 15 years ago
Breathe deep the gathering gloom / Watch lights fade from every room / Bedsetter people look back and lament / Another days useless energys spent / Impassioned lovers wrestle as one / Lonely man cries for love & has none / New mother picks up suckles her son / Senior citizenswish they wereyoung / Cold-hearted Orb that rules the night / removes the colours from our sight / Red is grey & yellow-white / But we decide which is right………and which is an Illusion.- Knights in white satin - Moody Blues
tedlogdon over 15 years ago
How pierceful grows the hazy dawn, Oh, myrtle-petaled thou. For spring hath sprung the cylamen. How high browse thou, brown cow?
Walt Kelly
ChiehHsia over 15 years ago
My ear is open like a hungry shark To hear the tunings of a voice divine.
Keats (early effort)