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William Blake - "There's a smile of love/there's a smile of deceit/there's a smile of smiles/in which these two smiles meet.."
The Smile
poem by William Blake
There is a smile of love,
And there is a smile of deceit,
And there is a smile of smiles
In which these two smiles meet.
And there is a frown of hate,
And there is a frown of disdain,
And there is a frown of frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain,
For it sticks in the heart's deep core
And it sticks in the deep backbone--
And no smile that ever was smil'd,
But only one smile alone,
That betwixt the cradle and grave
It only once smil'd can be;
And, when it once is smil'd,
There's an end to all misery.
World's sharpness like knife/ Shut in upon itself & do no harm/ hand of Love, soft & warm/ let us hear no sound of human strife
"XXIV - Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife"
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(1806-1861)
Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife
Shut in upon itself and do no harm
In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm,
And let us hear no sound of human strife
After the click of the shutting. Life to life--
I lean upon thee, Dear, without alarm,
And feel as safe as guarded by a charm
Against the stab of worldlings, who if rife
Are weak to injure. Very whitely still
The lilies of our lives may reassure
Their blossoms from their roots, accessible
Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer;
Growing straight, out of man's reach, on the hill.
God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.
"We are guests to Earth by chance /we own nothing since birth till death /but owing much to Earth /who provides us..." ~ LuCxeed
(quote)
Guest to Earth by Chance
by LuCxeed
We are guests to Earth by chance
we own nothing since birth till death
but owing much to Universe
to Nature, to Majesty beyond
to Earth
who provide us wealth
air & soil, water & land, food & clothes
we are transient guests
guest by chance to Earth
to whom we’re indebted
isn’t it indubitably simple
isn’t it evidently true
as trees are green
the sky blue
Nature, Universe
Majesty beyond
and Earth
have my worship
as well theirs, those beloved
who lived with generosity, with love
as their once being Earth’s guests
(unquote)
"O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!" - Dante Alighieri
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!
Video: Give Birth to Tomorrow - Poem Excerpt from "Honor of Mother" by LuCxeed
Happy Mother's Day to mothers and mothers-would-be everywhere!
"Mother is such a miraculous honor.
Give life to a child. Give birth to Tomorrow.
Nurture a seed into a tree, upright.
Nurture a wholesome soul into a future hero.
Honor of honors,
as an extraordinary mother."
Excerpt from a poem in the poetry book with art "Love's Footsteps ~ dedicated to a Bridge for Wisdom to Walk on" by LuCxeed, www.loves-footsteps.com.
*music by Koen Paulissen
"Mutual fear brings Peace,/Till selfish loves increase;/Then Cruelty knits a snare,/& spreads his baits with care"
The Human Abstract
Pity would be no more
If we did not make somebody poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
And mutual fear brings Peace,
Till the selfish loves increase;
Then Cruelty knits a snare,
And spreads his baits with care.
He sits down with holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then Humility takes its root
Underneath his foot.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the caterpillar and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its thickest shade.
The gods of the earth and sea
Sought through nature to find this tree,
But their search was all in vain:
There grows one in the human Brain.
..sword outwears its sheath,/..soul wears out the breast,/..heart must pause to breathe,/..love itself have a rest
O, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have a rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.
Robert Frost: Nature's first green is gold/Her hardest hue to hold./Her early leaf's a flower;/But only so an hour
Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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