The Arbor by Sappho He seems to he a god, that man Facing you, who leans to be close, Smiles, and, alert and glad, listens To your mellow voice And quickens in love at your laughter That stings my breasts, jolts my heart If I dare the shock of a glance. I cannot speak, My tongue sticks to my dry mouth, Thin fire spreads beneath my skin, My eyes cannot see and my aching ears Roar in their labyrinths. Chill sweat glides down my back, I shake, I turn greener than grass. I am neither living nor dead and cry From the narrow between.
Mag by Carl Sandburg I wish to God I never saw you, Mag. I wish you never quit your job and came along with me. I wish we never bought a license and a white dress For you to get married in the day we ran off to the minister And told him we would love each other and take care of each other Always and always, as long as the sun and the rain lasts anywhere. Yes, I'm wishing now you lived somewhere away from here And I was a bum on the bumpers a thousand miles away, dead broke. I wish the kids had never come, And the rent, and coal, and clothes to pay for, And the grocery man calling for cash. Every day, cash for beans and prunes. I wish to God I never saw you, Mag! I wish to God the kids had never come!
I Should Not Dare by Emily Dickinson I should not dare to leave my friend, Because if he should die While I was gone and I -too late, Should reach the heart that wanted me, If I should disappoint the eyes That hunted, hunted so, to see And could not bear to shut until He noticed me, -he noticed me, If I should stab the patient faith So sure I'd come -so sure I'd come It listening, listening went to sleep Reciting my tardy name. My heart would wish it broke before Since breaking then, since breaking then, Is useless as next morning's sun To erase a midnight's tear.
"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." Maya Angelou
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So, throw off the bowlines, sail away from safe harbor, catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore, Dream, Discover." Mark Twain
"First, have a definite, clear practical ideal; a goal, an objective. Second, have the necessary means to achieve your ends; wisdom, money, materials, and methods. Third, adjust all your means to that end." Aristotle
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Steve Jobs
Tell me not, Sweet, by Richard Lovelace Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind For, from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith- embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this unconstancy is such As you too shall adore; For, I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Sweet Disorder by Robert Herrick A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness: A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine distraction -- An erring lace, which here and there Enthrals the crimson stomacher -- A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbands to flow confusedly -- A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat -- A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility -- Do more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part.
So We'll Go No More A-roving by George Gordon, Lord Byron So, we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath And the soul wears out the breast And a heart must pause to breathe And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving And the day returns too soon, Yet, we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon.