Shel Silverstein

Stupid Pencil Maker Some dummy built this pencil wrong, The eraser’s down here where the point belongs, And the point’s at the top – so it’s no good to me, It’s amazing how stupid some people can be.

Stupid Pencil Maker

Some dummy built this pencil wrong,
The eraser’s down here where the point belongs,
And the point’s at the top – so it’s no good to me,
It’s amazing how stupid some people can be.

Sir Arthur Eddington

We used to think that if we knew one, we knew two, because one and one are two. We are finding that we must learn a great deal more about ‘and’.

We used to think that if we knew one, we knew two, because one and one are two. We are finding that we must learn a great deal more about ‘and’.

Nennius

The Seven Ages. The lives of three Wattles, the life of a hound. The lives of three Hounds the life of a Steed. The lives of three Steeds the life of a Man. The lives of three Men, the life of an Eagle. The lives of three Eagles the life of a Yew. The lives … Continue reading “Nennius”

The Seven Ages.

The lives of three Wattles, the life of a hound.
The lives of three Hounds the life of a Steed.
The lives of three Steeds the life of a Man.
The lives of three Men, the life of an Eagle.
The lives of three Eagles the life of a Yew.
The lives of three Yews, The length of of an Age,
Seven Ages from Creation to doom.

Mark Twain

Poor Huck was too distressed to smile, but the old man laughed loud and joyously, shook up the details of his anatomy from head to foot, and ended by saying that such a laugh was money in a man’s pocket, because it cut down on the doctor’s bills like everything.

Poor Huck was too distressed to smile, but the old man laughed loud and joyously, shook up the details of his anatomy from head to foot, and ended by saying that such a laugh was money in a man’s pocket, because it cut down on the doctor’s bills like everything.

Osip Mandelstam

You took away all the oceans and all the room. You gave me my shoe-size in earth with bars around it. Where did it get you? Nowhere. You left me my lips, and they shape words, even in silence.

You took away all the oceans and all the room.
You gave me my shoe-size in earth with bars around it.
Where did it get you? Nowhere.
You left me my lips, and they shape words, even in silence.

Charles Dickens

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it … Continue reading “Charles Dickens”

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all doing direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

opening paragrapgh of “A Tale of Two Cities”

Christopher Morley

Tit for Tat I often pass a gracious tree Whose name I can’t identify, But still I bow, in courtesy It waves a bough, in kind reply. I do not know your name, O tree (Are you a hemlock or a pine?) But why should that embarrass me? Quite probably you don’t know mine.

Tit for Tat

I often pass a gracious tree
Whose name I can’t identify,
But still I bow, in courtesy
It waves a bough, in kind reply.

I do not know your name, O tree
(Are you a hemlock or a pine?)
But why should that embarrass me?
Quite probably you don’t know mine.

Edward Thomas

Adlestrop Yes, I remember Adlestrop — The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June. The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare platform. What I saw Was Adlestrop — only the name And willows, willow-herb, and grass, … Continue reading “Edward Thomas”

Adlestrop

Yes, I remember Adlestrop —
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop — only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

Katharine Butler Hathaway

It is only by following your deepest instinct that you can lead a rich life, and if you let your fear of consequence prevent you from following your deepest instinct, then your life will be safe, expedient and thin.

It is only by following your deepest instinct that you can lead a rich life, and if you let your fear of consequence prevent you from following your deepest instinct, then your life will be safe, expedient and thin.

Pierre Auguste Renoir

They tell you that a tree is only a combination of chemical elements. I prefer to believe that God created it, and that it is inhabited by a nymph.

They tell you that a tree is only a combination of chemical elements. I prefer to believe that God created it, and that it is inhabited by a nymph.

Piet Hein

Wanting To Be Able To ‘Impossibilities’ are good not to attach that label to; since, correctly understood, if we wanted to, we would be able to be able to.

Wanting To Be Able To

‘Impossibilities’ are good
not to attach that label to;
since, correctly understood,
if we wanted to, we would
be able to be able to.

W.H. Auden

Every high C accurately struck demolishes the theory that we are the irresponsible puppets of fate or chance.

Every high C accurately struck demolishes the theory that we are the irresponsible puppets of fate or chance.

Who Killed Cock Robin

Who killed Cock Robin? “I,” said the Sparrow With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin” Who saw him die? “I,” said the Fly, “With my little eye, I saw him die” Who caught his blood? “I,” said the Fish, “With my little dish, I caught his blood …” Who’ll make his shroud? “I,” … Continue reading “Who Killed Cock Robin”

Who killed Cock Robin?
“I,” said the Sparrow
With my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin”

Who saw him die?
“I,” said the Fly,
“With my little eye,
I saw him die”

Who caught his blood?
“I,” said the Fish,
“With my little dish,
I caught his blood …”

Who’ll make his shroud?
“I,” said the Beetle,
“With my thread and needle,
I’ll make his shroud.”

Who’ll dig his grave?
“I,” said the Owl,
“With my spade and trowel,
I’ll dig his grave.”

Who’ll be the parson?
“I,” said the Rook,
“With my little book.
I’ll be the parson.”

Who’ll be the clerk?
“I,” said the Lark,
“I’ll say Amen in the dark;
I’ll be the clerk.”

Who’ll be chief mourner?
“I,” said the Dove,
“I mourn for my love;
I’ll be chief mourner.”

Who’ll bear the torch?
“I,” said the Linnet,
“I’ll come in a minute,
I’ll bear the torch.”

Who’ll sing his dirge?
“I,” said the Thrush,
“As I sing in the bush
I’ll sing his dirge.”

Who’ll bear the pall?
“We,” said the Wren,
Both the Cock and the Hen;
“We’ll bear the pall.”

Who’ll carry his coffin?
“I,” said the Kite,
“If it be in the night,
I’ll carry his coffin.”

Who’ll toll the bell?
“I,” said the Bull,
“Because I can pull,
I’ll toll the bell.”

All the birds of the air
Fell to sighing and sobbing
When they heard the bell toll
For poor Cock Robin.

Goethe

To think is easy. To act is hard. But the hardest thing in the world is to act in accordance with your thinking.

To think is easy. To act is hard. But the hardest thing in the world is to act in accordance with your thinking.

Wendy Cope

The Uncertainty of the poet I am a poet. I am very fond of bananas. I am bananas. I am very fond of a poet. I am a poet of bananas. I am very fond. A fond poet of ‘I am, I am’- Very bananas. Fond of ‘Am I bananas? Am I?’-a very poet. Bananas … Continue reading “Wendy Cope”

The Uncertainty of the poet

I am a poet.
I am very fond of bananas.

I am bananas.
I am very fond of a poet.

I am a poet of bananas.
I am very fond.

A fond poet of ‘I am, I am’-
Very bananas.

Fond of ‘Am I bananas?
Am I?’-a very poet.

Bananas of a poet!
Am I fond? Am I very?

Poet bananas! I am.
I am fond of a ‘very.’

I am of very fond bananas.
Am I a poet?

Johannes Brahms

When ideas come to you, go for a walk; then you’ll discover that the thing you thought was a complete idea was actually only the beginning of a much larger one …

When ideas come to you, go for a walk; then you’ll discover that the thing you thought was a complete idea was actually only the beginning of a much larger one …