STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep. 

~  by Robert Frost

NOW WINTER NIGHTS ENLARGE

Now Winter Nights Enlarge

Now winter nights enlarge

    This number of their hours;

And clouds their storms discharge

    Upon the airy towers.

Let now the chimneys blaze

    And cups o'erflow with wine,

Let well-tuned words amaze

    With harmony divine.

Now yellow waxen lights 

    Shall wait on honey love

While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights 

    Sleep's leaden spells remove.

This time doth well dispense

    With lovers' long discourse;

Much speech hath some defense,

    Though beauty no remorse.

All do not all things well:

    Some measures comely tread,

Some knotted riddles tell,

    Some poems smoothly read.

The summer hath his joys,

    And winter his delights;

Though love and all his pleasures are but toys

    They shorten tedious nights.

~ Thomas Campion

Traveling in your land

Little by little I float away
deeper and deeper into memories bliss
as the sun sets, as the winds blows
as the day turns to night
I find myself adrift naturally.

It is by choice as much as destiny
that I find myself beneath the glow of stars
I was always here
and here is where I will always be
how strange these trips to land they are
It is time to return once again.

Strange...
left behind through choices made
unknowing and oblivious
they do not seem to care.
They feel the weight of their fate
and feel unable to change
they turn to dominion for comfort
and the mirror always answers in kind.

I am here once again
to explore with eyes of long ago
I have not lost them you see
I hold things precious close to me.

Oh hide from me what care I
speak not it is music to my mind
I see you clear as day anyway

like a speck of dust in the eye itching away.

JOURNEY'S END

Journey's End

In western lands beneath the Sun

The flowers may rise in Spring,

The trees may bud, the waters run,

The merry finches sing.

Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night,

And swaying branches bear

The Elven-stars as jewels white

Amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey's end I lie

In darkness buried deep,

Beyond all towers strong and high,

Beyond all mountains steep,

Above all shadows rides the Sun

And Stars for ever dwell:

I will not say the Day is done,

Nor bid the Stars farewell.

~ J. R. R. Tolkien

Is it True? Is a rose a rose by any other name?

Is it true? Do you suppose? Is it true?

As this moment too floats away into a memory

I wander ...and reflect

as a cloud might reflect on its purpose

its meaning

and this comes to mind.... 

" 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; 

Thou art thyself, 

though not a Montague.

What's Montague? 

it is nor hand, nor foot,

Nor arm, nor face, 

nor any other part

Belonging to a man. 

O, be some other name!

What's in a name? 

that which we call a rose

By any other name 

would smell as sweet;

So Romeo would, 

were he not Romeo call'd,

Retain that dear perfection 

which he owes

Without that title. 

Romeo, doff thy name,

And for that name 

which is no part of thee

Take all myself. "

~ Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, 1600: