"One Thousand Beautiful Things"

I'll be sharing bits from Marjorie Barrow's compilation of prose and poetry, published by Hawthorn Books, 1967.

Twilight at Sea

THE twilight hours, like birds, flew by
As lightly and as free,
Ten thousand stars were in the sky,
Ten thousand on the sea;
For every wave, with dimpled face,
That leaped upon the air,
Had caught a star in its embrace,
And held it trembling there.

Amelia B. Welby

 

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I Meant to Do My Work Today
by
Richard Le Gallienne


I meant to do my work today—
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.

And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand—
So what could I do but laugh and go?

 

Perfect!

 

Let Me Grow Lovely

Let me grow lovely, growing old—
So many fine things do:
Laces, and ivory, and gold,
And silks need not be new;

And there is healing in old trees,
Old streets a glamour hold;
Why may not I, as well as these,
Grow lovely, growing old?

Karle Wilson Baker

 

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Thanks, DS7! Short and sweet!

Safe Under the Care of the Two Hearts!

 

The Mist and All
by Dixie Willson

I like the fall
The mist and all
I like the night owl’s lonely call
And wailing sound
Of wind around

I like the gray
November day
And bare, dead boughs that coldly sway
Against my pane
I like the rain

I like to sit
And laugh at it
And tend my cozy fire a bit
I like the fall
The mist and all

 

For love and beauty and delight, there is no death nor change.

~Shelley

 

"On the banks of the James River, a husband erected a tombstone in memory of his wife, one of those 100 maidens who had come to Virginia in 1619 to marry the lonely settlers. The stone bore this legend: 'She touched the soil of Virginia with her little foot and the wilderness became a home.'"

--Eudora Ramsey Richardson

 

"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."

~An old astronomer to a student.

 

"Poetry is vocal painting, as painting is silent poetry."

~Simonides of Ceos

 

On an Old Sun Dial

Time flies,
Suns rise
And shadows fall.
Let time go by.
Love is forever over all.

 

Make thy study a regular thing; say little and do much; and meet every man with friendliness.

~The Talmud

 

"I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life."

~Abraham Lincoln.