Cyrus Cassells
Dusks of paperwhites,
dusks of jasmine,
intimate beyond belief
Extract from Cyrus Cassells (Poetry Foundation) (click to read) poem Beautiful Signor, published by Copper Canyon Press in 1997
many thanks to ario for the link and to ya for the photography 
February 22nd, 2009 at 15:59
There are some things beyond the human word.
Dwelling in the womb of tongues they are giving birth to speech.
That’s what you do, Mercurial, in your delicate ways.
Thank you!
~*~
Thou Blessed Dream
If things go ill or well —
If joy rebounding spreads the face,
Or sea of sorrow swells —
A play — we each have part,
Each one to weep or laugh as may;
Each one his dress to don —
Its scenes, alternative shine and rain.
Thou dream, O blessed dream!
Spread far and near thy veil of haze,
Tone down the lines so sharp,
Make smooth what roughness seems.
No magic but in thee!
Thy touch make desert bloom to life.
Harsh thunder, sweetest song,
Fell death, the sweet release.
– Swami Vivekananda
Written to Miss Christine Greenstidel
from Paris, 14th August 1900.
February 22nd, 2009 at 16:11
just beautiful ya
xxx