Poems in words and images

Poems in Words

and Imagesselected by diane cordell

“Words everywhere” by din bcn http://www.flickr.com/photos/din_bcn/2349889836/

“Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,the world offers itself to your imagination,calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --over and over announcing your placein the family of things.” -Mary Oliver, Wild Geese

by jmctee http://www.flickr.com/photos/jmctee/5436124665/in/photostream/

“I stand between the past and the pursuing,

Between the dream'd of deed and the undone,

With all the earth on tiptoe for the doing,

And breathless for the start-word of the sun...” -Theophilus Marzials, Spring

“window” by feeb http://www.flickr.com/photos/fionab/3469820394/

“There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate;         Time for you and time for me,And time yet for a hundred indecisions,And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.” -T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

“Hazy Clock” by Justin Shearer http://www.flickr.com/photos/justinshearer/87636385/

“We are the music-makersAnd we are the dreamers of dreams,Wandering by lone sea-breakers,And sitting by desolate streams;World-losers and world-forsakersOn whom the pale moon gleamsYet we are the movers and shakersOf the world for ever, it seems.” -Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy, Ode

“Silver gleam” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5497877225/

“I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.” -Wallace Stevens, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

“bird wing” by BotheredByBees http://www.flickr.com/photos/botheredbybees/1434856833/

“Nature's first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf's a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf.So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to day.Nothing gold can stay.” -Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay

“Nothing Gold Can Stay” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5080893167/

“What would the world be, once bereftOf wet and of wildness? Let them be left,O let them be left, wildness and wet;Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.” -Gerard Manley Hopkins, Inversnaid

“In the woods near Butler Pond” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/5172013667/

“White seeds are floatingOut of my burst pod.What power had I Before I learned to yield?Shatter me, great wind:I shall possess the field.” -Richard Wilbur, A Milkweed

“Milkweed” by dmcordell http://www.flickr.com/photos/dmcordell/3981094291/

“We alone can devalue gold by not caring if it falls or rises in the marketplace. Wherever there is gold there is a chain, you know, and if your chain is gold so much the worse for you.

Feathers, shells and sea-shaped stones are all as rare.

This could be our revolution: to love what is plentiful as much as what's scarce.” -Alice Walker, We Alone

“Biltmore Gold: An Arc” by cobalt123 http://www.flickr.com/photos/cobalt/186684347/

“I know she is beautiful forever, and livesIn a beautiful house, far away.She called my name once. I didn't even know she knew it.” -Robert Penn Warren, True Love

“Reflection of a heart” by Nganguyen http://www.flickr.com/photos/nganguyen/2508746078/

“O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,How can we know the dancer from the dance?” -William Butler Yeats, Among School Children

“Dancing” by jaimebisbal http://www.flickr.com/photos/elbalsamo/3651568332/

“But stars were with me most of all. I heard them flame and break and fall.  Their excellent array, their free Encounter with Eternity...” -Fanny Stearns Davis, Profits

Star Cluster NGC 290 European Space Agency & NASA http://www.hubblesite.org/gallery/album/entire/pr2006017c/

“I ask them to take a poemand hold it up to the light like a color slide” -Billy Collins, Introduction to Poetry

“Transparencies” by coolmonfrere http://www.flickr.com/photos/seibi/371318148/

seeker of truth

follow no pathall paths lead where

truth is here -e. e. cummings, seeker of truth

“The end of the path along Redhill/Storeton” by jimmedia http://www.flickr.com/photos/jimmediaart/493752968/

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