Archive for the ‘Philip James Bailey’ Category

Art is man’s nature; nature is God’s art

Tuesday, November 8th, 2011
brain scan

All nature in the poet’s heart is limued
In little; as now in landscape stones, we see
The swell of ground, green groves, and running streams
Fresh from the wolds of Chaos; hints of life

Foreworldly, pencilled by pre-solar light…

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Words are like seashells on the shore: they show where the mind ends, and not how far it has been

Monday, June 7th, 2010
handful of sand and seashell

Let every thought, too, soldier-like, be stripped,
And roughly look’d over…
A mist of words,
Like haloes round the moon, though they enlarge…

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We never see the stars, still we can see naught but them. So with Truth.

Monday, May 24th, 2010
Andromeda galaxy

And yet if one would look down a deep well,
Even at noon, we might see these same stars,
Far fairer than the blinding blue: the Truth
Shines in the water like a dark bright eye…

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We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial

Saturday, May 22nd, 2010
ethereal woman

We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives,
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
And he whose heart beats quickest lives the longest:
Lives in one hour more than in years do some…

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