Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn. Calmly We Walk Through This April’s Day by Delmore Schwartz Calmly we walk through this April’s day, Metropolitan poetry here and there, In the park sit pauper and rentier, The screaming children, the motor-car Fugitive about us, running away, Between the worker and the millionaire Number provides all distances, It is Nineteen Thirty-Seven now, Many great dears are taken away, What will become of you and me (This is … Continue reading →

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May, 1908 John William Waterhouse Oil on canvas Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May is an oil painting on canvas created in 1908 by British Pre-Raphaelite artist, John William Waterhouse. It was the first of two paintings inspired by the 17th century poem “To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time” by the English poet, Robert Herrick: To The Virgins, to Make Much of Time by Robert Herrick (1591-1674) Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; … Continue reading →

Horse Latitudes is the fifth song on the The Doors’ album, Strange Days. It is basically a recited poem by Jim Morrison, telling of a ship at sea forced to jetison the onboard horses in order to lighten their load. This is one of the first poems that Jim Morrison ever wrote. He was inspired by a book cover he saw at a book store as a child. Horse latitudes are sea- bound latitudes that provided fatal conditions for livestock aboard ships.The poem was based … Continue reading →

Drawing Hands, 1948 by M.C. Escher MC Escher’s Drawing Hands by Joel Hensley Square supports circle Where hands of lead give mutual life, Fingers of detail hold pencils, Towering over fading wrists, Giving way to cuffs of lines. Severed hands float above two dimensions, The yin and yang with nothing between, Wood pencils on paper, both coming from trees, The revolution complete. Death of one gives Life to another Allowing itself to Be created in turn through N e v e r e n d … Continue reading →

The Most Beautiful Flower by Cheryl L. Costello-Forshey A 5th Portion of Chicken Soup for the Soul, and Stories for A Faithful Heart. The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown For the world was intent on dragging me down. And if that weren’t enough to ruin my day, A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. He stood right … Continue reading →