Dappled Things

GLORY be to God for dappled things…

Category: Poetry

A Little Visitor

This little cousin of Jenny Wren, the Carolina Wren, paid us a visit yesterday. Caroline somehow made her way through the screen on our back porch and found herself quite excited upon finding she could not make her way back out again. Our cat was extremely excited, too. Sam quite forgot he had a cat [...]

I Will Remember You

Remember Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann’d: Only remember me; you [...]

Lost and Found

We just had a thunderstorm pass over here and there is a mist rising up from the ground. It is evening. Someone is grilling. I can smell the sweet smell of cooking meat mingled with the smell of damp moss and tree bark. I’m alone at home. Will has taken the girls to a baseball [...]

Tranquility

Here is continual worship;—Nature, here, In the tranquility that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly, around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird Passes; and yon clear spring, that, midst its herbs, Wells softly forth and wandering steeps the roots Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale Of all the good it does. [...]

Play

COME to me, O ye children! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed me Have vanished quite away. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Natural

Nature is a greater and more perfect art, the art of God… Henry David Thoreau

Spring

Spring is here.Why doesn’t my heart go dancing? Lorenz Hart

Heraclitus

Heraclitus Translation of Callimachus’ 2d Epigram They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept as I remember’d how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky. And now that thou art [...]

There Is Something

There is something beautiful in those eyes I see,So moist and blue.They tell me of a time when limbs cooperated in the dance,Fluid and true.When youth had its own heaviness.—-There is something wonderful in that soft curve of cheek,So warm and new.As I rock you off to sleep, Like your brother before you.Your nose more [...]