Queen Elizabeth I (1533–1603)
[The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy]

The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy,
And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy;
For falsehood now doth flow, and subjects' faith doth ebb,
Which should not be if reason ruled or wisdom weaved the web.
But clouds of joys untried do cloak aspiring minds,
Which turn to rain of late repent by changed course of winds.
The top of hope supposed the root upreared shall be,
And fruitless all their grafted guile, as shortly ye shall see.
The dazzled eyes with pride, which great ambition blinds,
Shall be unsealed by worthy wights whose foresight falsehood finds.
The daughter of debate that discord aye doth sow
Shall reap no gain where former rule still peace hath taught to know.
No foreign banished wight shall anchor in this port;
Our realm brooks not seditious sects, let them elsewhere resort.
My rusty sword through rest shall first his edge employ
To poll their tops that seek such change or gape for future joy.

©2006 Watermark Press

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Artist of the day - Bp Nichol (aka Barrie Phillip)


Comic creator: bp Nichol
Barrie Phillip Nichol) (30/9/1944 - 25/9/1988, Canada) Barrie Phillip Nichol, who often went by his lower-case initials and last name, was a Canadian artist, poet and the co-founder of Ganglia Press.
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i saw his "water" poem on the subway this morning, and truly i thought i was looking at the sea
it was so lovely

i had come across this well-known artist before, in a poetry class i was lucky enough to attend last summer

check this out

http://www.ubu.com/historical/nichol/nichol1.html
http://www.writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/x/Nichol.html



online guide to canadian authors: n
Newlove, John; Nichol, bp (Barrie Phillip) Nichol, James W. Nichols, Ruth; Nicol, Eric; Nowlan, Alden
www.track0.com/ogwc/authors/index_n.html
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welcome to the bpNichol profile
Born in Vancouver and raised for a time in Winnipeg, poet Barrie Phillip Nichol made his name in a field called "concrete poetry," poetry in which typography plays an important role.
www.mbwriter.mb.ca/mapindex/n_profiles/hist_nichol.html
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Phenomenal Woman
Words: Maya Angelou - Music: Amy Sky / David Pickell

Pretty women wonder
where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit
a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them
they think I'm telling lies -I say
It's in the reach of my arms
the span of my hips
the stride of my steps
the curl of my lips

(Chorus)
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman
yes indeed
cause I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman
Baby that's me

I walk into a room
just as cool as you please
And to a man the fellows stand
or fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
a hive of honeybees- and I say
It's the fire in my eyes
the flash of my teeth
the swing of my waist
and the joy in my feet

(Chorus)

(Bridge)
It's in the arch of my back
the sun of my smile
the ride of my breasts
the grace of my style

(Chorus)

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud-I say
It's in the click of my heels
the bend of my hair
the palm of my hand
the need for my care

(Chorus)
http://fan.quietsong.net/amy/lyricshow.php?album=Phenom&track=1

Copied from:
Tangled in Stars – Poems by Ethelwyn Wetherald
Boston: Richard G. Badger, The Gorham Press: 1902

Call number PS 8495 E84T3 1902
Robarts Library, University of Toronto


From my Window (in Spring)

The plums and cherries are in bloom,
The apple trees are on the brink
Of swimming in a sea of pink;
The grass is thick’ning like the gloom
Of winter twilights, and from far
Each dandelion is a star.

The birds fill all the air, and one
Is building at my window sill.
Across the lane the squirrels run,
And like a poet’s ghost, so still
And spirit white, a butterfly
Appears and slowly wavers by.

Beyond the pine trees, tall and dark,
Across the lower orchard, where
The honey-laden peach and pear
Give to the bees their burden – hark!
Swift flies the thunderous express,
And leaves more quiet quietness.

(p.18)

Draft #1

j’aime

In Italian:
gradisco


sour tasting things
- grapefruit, lemons, cherries
"sour" candy
rather an oxymoron, non?

the warmth of the sun
seguire (following)
gray skies


osservare in avanti a

cycling by the Credit River
….to open skies
as none have i seen since Whistler….
at the beginning of April

to recentering at
yoga class this afternoon
to my walk after the gym
…up Yonge Street, along Bloor Street
as far as my legs will carry me


riconoscente per

my feet
my freedom of choice
in all things
my heritage
to my ancestors - Grazie
my history

Merci Dio

who ever, whatever you are
that has awakened in me
a sense of
tutto che è buon, di destra ed adeguato

so that
i may reject what is
not right
not good
or not proper
per me

pour moi

i go my way
peacefully
without anger, resentment, pity
or other weighty things
vado semplicemente il mio senso


peace

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Uplifting Spring Poem
Adapted from Beneath a Single Moon, edited by Kent Johnson and Craig Paulenich (Shambhala, 1991).

Simple Solution
This inspiring poem by the American Buddhist poet Jim Harrison invites us to slow down and deeply enter in to the spirit of the season. It becomes a short but uplifting meditation on the nature of spring.
Experience it here: Dogen’s Dream
by Jim Harrison

What happens when the god of spring
meets spring?
He thinks for a moment
of great whales traveling from the bottom
to the top of the earth, the day the voyage
began seven million years ago
when spring last changed its season.
He enters himself, emptiness
desiring emptiness. He sleeps
and his sleep is the dance of all the birds
on earth flying north.

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Beneath a Single Moon
Copyright: Adapted from Beneath a Single Moon, edited by Kent Johnson and Craig Paulenich (Shambhala, 1991).
Copyright (c) 1991 by Johnson and Paulenich.