Day: March 26, 2015

Geez… I’m running out of candles…

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. Robert Frost – whose birthday we remember on this date. Image found here.   If you don’t risk anything, you risk even more. Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads. Erica Jong – whose birthday we remember on this date. Image found here.   The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in. Nature, not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write. A.E. Housman – whose birthday we remember on this date. Image found here.   Why did I write? Because I found life unsatisfactory. When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone. There is a time for departure even when there’s …