Robert Bridges

let’s celebrate the memory of Robert Bridges, the English poet who was born on this day in 1844, with one of his sweet short poems.

Were I a cloud I’d gather
My skirts up in the air,
And fly I well know whither,
And rest I well know where.

Book I, No. 4, The Cliff-Top

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The Boring Drama

Life is a good play
To laugh at
Yet
It’s a very boring story
To live its
Recurring drama
Every single day!

Sweet Lines of Poetry for Valentine’s Day

1- We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
— Maya Angelou, Touched By An Angel

2- By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.
— Pablo Neruda, Love Sonnet XXIX

3- Not easy to state the change you made.
If I’m alive now, then I was dead.
— Sylvia Plath, Love Letter

4- I carry your heart with me (I carry it in
my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
— E.E. Cummings, 100 Selected Poems

5- I exist in two places,
here and where you are.
— Margaret Atwood, Corpse Song

6- She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
— Lord Byron, She Walks In Beauty

7- And I don’t know, don’t know, if we belong together or apart, except my soul lingers over the skin of you.
— Anne Sexton, The Complete Poems

8- I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly.”
— W.B. Yeats, He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

Sweet Lines of Poetry

Every moment as it flows
Some peculiar pleasure owes:
Then let us, providently wise,
Seize the debtor as it flies.

Think not to morrow can repay
The pleasures that we lose to day;
To morrow’s most unbounded store
Can but pay its proper score.

_Oliver Goldsmith
From the captivity: An Oratorio