She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

 

 This is one of my favorite poems and the best person I have ever heard recite it was Ron Perlman when he played Vincent on the TV show Beauty and the Beast.  Anyone one else out there remember that show?  Anyone else out there in love with Vincent all these years?  🙂
 

To Hold A Moment

by Jackie Bouchard

 

I sought to hold a moment in my hand…a

shining bit of time that would not stay…

and while I clutched it close beneath my

heart…I felt its fragile beauty slip away.

 

In frantic haste I closed my other hand

upon its shimmering beauty as it lay…but

time cannot be brought back once it is gone

…nor yet one single moment forced to stay.

While I was out this afternoon I found myself alone with 90 minutes to spare.  That is a big deal for me.  First of all with two kids, I’m hardly ever alone.  Second, 90 minutes is just unheard of.  Not only that, but I was near one of my favorite book stores, so I spent the entire time there, just browsing, reading and eventually buying.  It was so relaxing.  I just get so lost in book stores. 

I found a “new to me” book called Best Loved Poems From Ideals (Publishing).  It was published in 1976.  It has 80 pages of poems all by different poets and it’s broken up into themes.  But, it doesn’t tell you anything else…how they were chosen, why they were chosen, who the poets were/are, etc.  So if anyone knows anything about this book or Ideals Publishing, please share your information.  I picked the following poem from this book in honor of my book “adventure” today.

Book Travel

by Angie Davidson Bass

 

Books are the highways to faraway lands

I travel from my easy chair.

Adventure through every age is mine…

In my armchair travel there.

 

Through the eyes of great men who journey afar

I see all the wonders they see…

Safe, in the quiet peach of home,

I relax in my chair happily.

 

They are companions that share all the dreams

Of great men and women who seek

And find these great treasures from far distant lands…

As to me, through the pages, they speak.

 

They take me on jouneys where the heart yearns to go,

They tell of adventure the mind wants to know,

Expanding man’s knowledge through night and day…

Lending wings of thought to soar away.

 

Through them I hear the roar of seas,

See canyons deep, see mountain trees

That lift their lofty arms on high,

To kiss the clouds, to touch the sky.

 

Pathways that have found their place

To stars, to moon, to realms of space.

This is such a sweet little poem.

 

Names

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

 

I ask’d my fair one happy day,

What I should call her in my lay;

     By what sweet name from Rome or Greece;

Lalage, Neaera, Chloris,

Sappho, Lesbia, or Doris

     Arethusa or Lucrece.

 

“Ah!’ replied my gentle fair,

‘Beloved, what are names but air?

     Choose thou whatever suits the line;

Call me Lalage or Doris,

     Only, only call me Thine.’

I’ve always loved the following poem.  But as the oldest with 2 younger brothers I would always change the word “sister” to the word “brother”.  My son had a hard day today with his little sister.  She just would not leave him alone, constantly begging for his attention.  So tonight at bed time I got out Where the Sidewalk Ends and read this poem to him.  He loved it.

For Sale

By Shel Silverstein

 

One sister for sale!

One sister for sale!

One crying and spying young sister for sale!

I’m really not kidding,

So who’ll start the bidding?

Do I hear a dollar?

A nickel?

A penny?

Oh, isn’t there, isn’t there, isn’t there any

One kid who will buy this old sister for sale,

This crying and spying young sister for sale?

 

I highly recommend Shel Silverstein for your little one’s or your own bed time ritual.  His poetry and artwork are remarkable.

 

I found a great website called Cowboy Poetry.  It has a vast collection of poems all divided into catagories.  My favorite catagory was the Cowboy Love Poetry.  You just have to check out First Kiss by Tony Blisard.  It is about the typical regretful cowboy.  This site is also a fabulous resource to other sites and events.  Here is the link http://www.cowboypoetry.com/ .  Check it out and let me know what you think.

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