100 Day Project – Days 59 and 60
DAY 59 (July 8th, 2017) With rue my heart is laden With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad. By...
DAY 59 (July 8th, 2017) With rue my heart is laden With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad. By...
DAY 57 (July 6th, 2017) The Last Invocation At the last, tenderly, From the walls of the powerful fortress’d house, From the clasp of the knitted locks, f...
DAY 55 (July 4th, 2017) From Macbeth Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And...
DAY 53 (July 2nd, 2017) Fog The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over the harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. My Commentary Each ...
DAY 51 (June 30th, 2017) Spring To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves ...
DAY 49 (June 28th, 2017) From the Book of Hours No one lives his life. Disguised since childhood, haphazardly assembled from voices and fears and little pleasur...
DAY 47 (June 26th, 2017) The divine will The divine will is a deep abyss of which the present moment is the entrance. If you plunge into this abyss you will fin...
DAY 45 (June 24th, 2017) The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked ...
DAY 43 (June 22nd, 2017) Root Cellar Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch, Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the dark, Shoots dangle...
DAY 41 (June 20th, 2017) From the Book of Hours We must not portray you in king’s robes, you drifting mist that brought forth the morning. Once again from...