Monday, September 3, 2018

THE POETRY of EMILY DICKINSON...Just Because




Because I could not stop for Death – 
He kindly stopped for me – 
The Carriage held but just Ourselves – 
(And Immortality).



We slowly drove – He knew no haste-
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His 'Civility' – 


We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed us – 
The Dews drew quivering and chill – 
For only Gossamer, my Gown – 
My Tippet – only Tulle – 




We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground – 
The Roof was scarcely visible – 
The Cornice – in the Ground – 

Since then – ‘tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity – 
...With sincere wishes for peace and comfort to the McCain family



Sunday, August 26, 2018

HOPE RESIDES WITH THOSE INDIVIDUALS...



Who do not consent to deception:

“In prison, I fell in love with my country. I had loved her before then, but like most young people, my affection was little more than a simple appreciation for the comforts and privileges most Americans enjoyed and took for granted. It wasn't until I had lost America for a time that I realized how much I loved her".




















"I loved what I missed most from my life at home: my family and friends; the sights and sounds of my own country; the hustle and purposefulness of Americans; their fervid independence; sports; music; information--all the attractive qualities of American life. But though I longed for the things at home I cherished the most, I still shared the ideals of America. And since those ideals were all that I possessed of my country, they became all the more important to me.” 
― John McCainFaith of My Fathers: A Family Memoir






“I DON’T BELIEVE IN DESTINY. WE ARE NOT BORN TO BECOME ONE THING OR ANOTHER, left to follow helplessly a course that was charted for us by some unseen hand, a mysterious alignment of the stars that pulls us in a certain direction, bestowing happiness on some and misfortune on others.” 












Monday, July 30, 2018

POETIC MUSINGS... nothing more









“Life. This morning the sun made me adore it. It had, 

behind the dripping pine trees, the oriental brightness, 

orange and crimson, of a living being, a rose and an 

apple, in the physical and ideal fusion of a true and daily


 paradise.” 




― Juan Ramón JiménezTime and Space: A Poetic Autobiography