“A Thirsty Fish I don’t get tired of you. Don’t grow weary of being compassionate toward me! All this thirst equipment must surely be tired of me, the waterjar, the water carrier.

July 1, 2011

Spanish Love


I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never bloomsbut carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;thanks to […]

September 23, 2008

End of Day 1

Life, love, Poems, You

We have these bi-weekly learning sessions at work – and what someone is taking up next week is ‘The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People’ – and as so often before, synchronicity touches my life again. The chapter assigned to me for preparation and discussion is chapter 2 – Begin with the end in mind. […]

February 22, 2008

To His Coy Mistress

dream woman, Poems, quotes, Random Links, relationships

To His Coy Mistress Had we but world enough, and time,This coyness, Lady, were no crimeWe would sit down and think which wayTo walk and pass our long love’s day.Thou by the Indian Ganges’ sideShouldst rubies find: I by the tideOf Humber would complain. I wouldLove you ten years before the Flood,And you should, if […]

September 23, 2007


Humor, Poems

Intimates Don’t you care for my love? she said bitterly.I handed her the mirror, and said:Please address these questions to the proper person!Please make all requests to head-quarters!In all matters of emotional importanceplease approach the supreme authority direct! —So I handed her the mirror.And she would have broken it over my head,but she caught sight […]

December 28, 2006

’tis that time of the year


When you browse through archives, and reflect on days past,and wonder what tomorrow will bring. And are easily moved – especially by poems such as ‘When first we faced’ and the quiet world. Further inspired by the discussion with IS, I am encouraged to paste the following below: When I Was One-and-Twenty When I was […]

December 27, 2006