Friday, March 19, 2010

It's SPRING! Finally...

It's been a long cold, hard winter, the warm sun feels so good; the coo of the dove from an open window. Ah! It's finally Spring, a time for love, poetry and art.

A Taoist poem from the East:

"Aroused by the beauty of spring,
unable to sleep, I watch the moon
move flower shadows up my silk curtain."

Ancient Greek writer from the West
translated by H. de Vere Stacpoole, Sappho

"Sweet mother, at the idle loom I lean,
Weary with longing for the boy that still
Remains a dream of loveliness--to fill
My soul, my life, at Aphrodite's will."