“There Will Come Soft Rains” by Sara Teasdale There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum-trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not…
Category: Poetry
Sophie Kauer: In The Bleak Midwinter
In the Bleak Midwinter by Christina Rossetti In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan Earth stood hard as iron Water like a stone Snow had fallen Snow on snow on snow In the bleak midwinter Long, long ago Angels and Arc Angels May have traveled there Cherubim and Seraphim Thronged the air But only…
Wendell Berry: The Peace of Wild Things
The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and…
Mary Oliver: Sleeping in the Forest
SLEEPING IN THE FOREST I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light…
Robert Louis Stevenson: Winter-Time
Winter-Time by Robert Louis Stevenson Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress. Close…
Dan Fogelberg: In the Bleak Midwinter
Hat Tip Many thanks to Chris Morrison at Thirty-Two Minutes for introducing me this painting in the post Gustaf Fjaestad: Winter Landscape Read More Gustaf Fjaestad at wikiwand In the Bleak Midwinter at wikiwand Thanks for Visiting 🌻 ~Sunnyside
Eleanor Farjeon: People Look East
People, Look East Words and Music: Eleanor Farjeon (1881-1965), 1928 1. People, look east. The time is near Of the crowning of the year. Make your house fair as you are able, Trim the hearth and set the table. People, look east and sing today: Love, the guest, is on the way. 2. Furrows, be…
Unbroken – A Poem
Unbroken In the spring When I was young, green and giving, I wondered if we would see autumn. Then the water rose while cold wind whipped, And I wondered which one of us would blow away. I remain unbroken – And now I know. by Sunnyside Hear More Bach At Sunnyside Learn More Georgia O’Keeffe…
Thanksgiving Prayer, by Sister Renee Yann
Read Full Post: Lavish Mercy Happy Thanksgiving 2023! 🦃🌻 ~Sunnyside
Rabindranath Tagore: Where The Mind Is Without Fear
“For Pissarro, the rural countryside represented the very antithesis to modern urban life. Indeed, in paintings such as La Charité the artist celebrates, as Robert Herbert suggested, “ideals of health, honest labor and dignity which he set against the pollution and degraded labor of the city” (Robert Herbert, “City vs. Country: The Rural Image in French Painting…
Christopher Tin: Hope is the Thing With Feathers
“Said to be expressions of his innocence and shyness, little birds perching on tree branches is a favoured and recurrent subject matter in Lin Fengmian’s works. Sixteen birds sit atop of tree branches, consciously scattered throughout the painting in an organized manner: in similar size and shape, the leaves are of the same autumnal colour…
Malcolm Guite: Unless a Grain of Wheat…
Unless a Grain of Wheat Falls into the Ground and Dies by Malcolm Guite Oh let me fall as grain to the good earth And die away from all dry separation, Die to my sole self, and find new birth Within that very death, a dark fruition, Deep in this crowded underground, to learn The…
Sonnet: Healing Works, by Ana Daksina
Healing Works by Ana Daksina Has something very bad happened to you, Something that you can never now forget? Something which brings you sad each day into Wondering how unto the next you’ll get? There is a way, friend, to relieve the pain A way to bring to others benefit So you and they tranquility…
Teasdale, Tin, and Memley: There Will Come Soft Rain, Part I
“There Will Come Soft Rains” by Sara Teasdale There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum-trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not…
Cat Stevens: Morning Has Broken
Morning has broken, like the first morning Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird Praise for the singing, praise for the morning Praise for the springing fresh from the world Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven Like the first dewfall, on the first grass Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden Sprung…
John Everett Millais: Isabella
“‘Isabella’ was one of the first paintings made in the new Pre-Raphaelite style. It was begun shortly after the founding of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood in 1848, when Millais was only 19. The subject is taken from a poem by John Keats (1795-1821), based on a story by the Italian writer Boccaccio (died 1375). It tells…
The Curse of the Lady of Shalott
Read More The Lady of Shalott at wikiwand John William Waterhouse at wikiwand See More John William Waterhouse At Sunnyside John William Waterhouse at Christie’s John William Waterhouse at Sotheby’s John William Waterhouse at wikimedia commons Thanks for Visiting 🌻 ~Sunnyside
Thanksgiving Prayer, by Sister Renee
Read Full Post: Lavish Mercy Thanks for Visiting 🙂 ~Sunnyside
Denise Levertov: In Whom We Live and Move and Have Our Being
“In Whom We Live and Move and Have Our Being” Birds afloat in air’s current, sacred breath? No, not breath of God, it seems, but God the air enveloping the whole globe of being. It’s we who breathe, in, out, in, the sacred, leaves astir, our wings rising, ruffled—but only saints take flight. We cower…
Autumn: Dante Gabriel Rossetti and Leo Putz
Autumn Song By Dante Gabriel Rossetti Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf How the heart feels a languid grief Laid on it for a covering, And how sleep seems a goodly thing In Autumn at the fall of the leaf? And how the swift beat of the brain Falters because it is…
Week 28: Viola, by Sunnyside
Note: Lesson from Anna Mason’s membership site. Happy Sunday! 🙂 ~Sunnyside
Josiah Gilbert Holland: “God Give Us Men”
Wanted by Josiah Gilbert Holland God, give us men! A time like this demands Strong minds, great hearts, true faith and ready hands; Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor; men who will not…
A.E. Houseman: How Clear, How Lovely Bright
How Clear, How Lovely Bright – A.E. Houseman How clear, how lovely bright, How beautiful to sight Those beams of morning play; How heaven laughs out with glee Where, like a bird set free, Up from the eastern sea Soars the delightful day. To-day I shall be strong, No more shall yield to wrong, Shall…
Thomas Hardy: The Darkling Thrush
The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires. The land’s sharp features seemed to be…
Christina Rossetti: Holy Innocents
Holy Innocents by Christina Rossetti Sleep, little Baby, sleep; The holy Angels love thee, And guard thy bed, and keep A blessed watch above thee. No spirit can come near Nor evil beast to harm thee: Sleep, Sweet, devoid of fear Where nothing need alarm thee. The Love which doth not sleep, The eternal Arms…
Art and Theology: “At Christmas” by Frank O’Malley
Let the Christbrand burst!Let the Christbrand blazon!Dartle whitely under the hearth-fire,Unwind the wind, turn the thunderer,And never, never thinning,Forfend fear.Flare up smartly, fix, flex, bless, inspire,Instar the time, sear the sorcerer,And never, never sparing,Save all year.Let the Christbrand burst!Let the Christbrand blazon! This poem appears in Scholastic 115, no. 10 (March 1, 1974), a publication…
Jan Toorop: O Grave, Where Is Thy Victory? (1892)
Many thanks to Roos Zwart LandArtist for pointing me to this artwork. 🙂 Who Is Jan Toorop? Johannes Theodorus ‘Jan’ Toorop was a Dutch-Indonesian painter, who worked in various styles, including Symbolism, Art Nouveau, and Pointillism. His early work was influenced by the Amsterdam Impressionism movement. Wikipedia A Poem: Forgiveness My heart was heavy, for…
Why Bind the Days? A Poem by Jonathan Humble
If I were a poet, I would want to write like this. ~Sunnyside Why Bind The Days? Mar 10, 2021 Why bind the days inside that self-embrace? Alight, a life should shame the brightest star; refuse the mask that hides a truthful face. Imperfect lines in faith do not disgrace when claimed as fact and…
Vista or Voyage?
Vista or Voyage? Do I exist Among this mist of Seen and unseen, Known and unknown, Action and reaction, Ever captive, Yet courageous In this chasm Where I search but don’t surrender? by Sunnyside Lol…this is my 29 word response to: Challenge: Weekend Writing Prompt #200 – Vista Challenge found via Christine Goodnough’s Catching the View…
Mary Chapin Carpenter: Between Here And Gone
Lyrics Tonight, the moon came out, it was nearly full.Way down here on earth, I could feel it’s pull.The weight of gravity or just the lure of life,Made me want to leave my only home tonight. Now I’m just wonderin’ how we know where we belong.Is it in a photograph, or a dashboard poet’s song?Will…
At Sunnyside - Where Truth and Beauty Meet 