Jujube August 24, 2024

Summer, Afternoon

This this will it always be, and why To ever argue for: here walking In its life, or sprawled, or loitering Down shallow valleys of the lawn: The trees that are there The pigeon bobbing through Its fallowgray ellipse of ground— The comfort of this…

Jujube August 11, 2024

A Cat/ A Future

A cat can draw the blinds behind her eyes whenever she decides. Nothing alters in the stare itself but she’s not there. Likewise a future can occlude: still sitting there, doing nothing rude. — by Kay Ryan

Jujube August 2, 2024

To Mrs K

For magic surely lurks in this, A cake that tells of vanished bliss; A cake that conjures up to view The early scenes, when life was new; When memory knew no sorrows past, And hope believed in joys that last! – Helen Maria Williams “To…

Jujube July 23, 2024

The River

These trees and stones are audible to me, These idle flowers, that tremble in the wind, I understand their faery syllables, And all their sad significance. – R. W. Emerson “The River”

Jujube July 17, 2024

A Blessing

Suddenly I realize That if I stepped out of my body I would break Into blossom. – James Wright “A Blessing”

Jujube July 15, 2024

Christabel

The night is chill, the forest bare; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady’s cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf,…

Jujube July 13, 2024

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward from beneath. — S. T. Coleridge, “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”

Jujube July 10, 2024

Stanzas for Music

And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o’er the deep; Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant’s asleep: So the spirit bows before thee, To listen and adore thee; With a full but soft emotion, Like the swell of Summer’s ocean. –…

Jujube July 10, 2024

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

“For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.” – William Wordsworth “I Wandered Lonely as…