Saturday, May 29, 2010

Rag- by tudor arghezi

Did you happen to see Rag,
China eyes under that shag?
He’s a dog with ragged fur
Very handsome, as it were.
Looks like he is patched together
Ragged tatter over tatter.
Shreds of fur over his eyes
Put his nose into disguise.
He’s all tangled as a fool
Like he’s freshly spun from wool.
But amazingly, this slobber
Is a cunning, practiced robber.
Loiters by the chicken coop
With his scruffy furry droop,
Waiting calmly for a hen
To lay eggs for him again,
Clucking happily as she
Makes a fresh egg instantly.
Since he’s been in this household
He has learnt a lot, I’m told,
And he crawls, at steady pace,
Slinks towards that hidden place,
Paw and muzzle through the hole,
And he swallows the egg whole!

“Where’s the egg?” Asked then the lady,
Of the house, “It’s gone—he ate it!”
“Wait a minute, I’ll unlearn you,
Of this rotten habit, too!
I will teach you not to steal.”—
So a hot egg was his meal.
But as soon as Rag chowed down,
He dropped it quickly with a frown
And swore with a big bow-wow.

When he looks now at the hen—
Next door neighbor, in her pen—
Mutters Rag begrudgingly:
“Damn! She’s trickier than me!”

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Who has seen the wind?

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you;
But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I;
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.

By Christina Rossetti

Monday, March 1, 2010

Ecclesiastes 3

There Is a Time for Everything

1 There is a time for everything.
There's a time for everything that is done on earth.

2 There is a time to be born.
And there's a time to die.
There is a time to plant.
And there's a time to pull up what is planted.

3 There is a time to kill.
And there's a time to heal.
There is a time to tear down.
And there's a time to build up.

4 There is a time to cry.
And there's a time to laugh.
There is a time to be sad.
And there's a time to dance.

5 There is a time to scatter stones.
And there's a time to gather them.
There is a time to hug.
And there's a time not to hug.

6 There is a time to search.
And there's a time to stop searching.
There is a time to keep.
And there's a time to throw away.

7 There is a time to tear.
And there's a time to mend.
There is a time to be silent.
And there's a time to speak.

8 There is a time to love.
And there's a time to hate.
There is a time for war.
And there's a time for peace.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

winter sunlights




Placed upon the backdrop
of a teal grey sky,
crystalized trees
stand placid.
Brittle and petrified,
they cast
long leaden shadows
across tawny
washed snow.
Beautiful and ablaze,
they glimmer
in the afterglow
of a winter sunset.

Nancy Russell