Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Wednesday, June 10, 2009


Gustav Klimt

A Superscription

LOOK in my face; my name is Might-have-been;
I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell;
Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell
Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between;
Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen
Which had Life's form and Love's, but by my spell
Is now a shaken shadow intolerable,
Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen.

Mark me, how still I am! But should there dart
One moment through thy soul the soft surprise
Of that winged Peace which lulls the breath of sighes,-
Then shalt thou see me smile, and turn apart
Thy visage to mine ambush at thy heart
Sleepless with cold commemorative eyes.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti


  1. Beautiful!

    I just watched one of the U-Tubes you have posted, the one with "Peter Pan"...I am laughing so hard I am crying! Too funny!! I needed that today.

  2. Somehow, I related to this poem!

    I have to spend some time going through youtube and put some new material up. So little time, so many projects. : )

  3. Such a beautiful yet remorseful sonnet...

  4. I enjoy reading potery others post. It's nice to read the words that touch the hearts of others.

    Beautiful - I have not read this poem before.


I really appreciate the concept and sentiment behind awards, but I cannot participate in them anymore. I have too may and I have not got the time to devote to participating properly. To all who have honored me, I am grateful but I don't have seven more things to tell anyone about myself! And I'm a terrible passer-oner.