September 12, 2012 — 2 min read — Macroblog, Poetry

Re-Search

A lovely poem by James Kavanaugh. I don’t know its title.

Some people do not have to search
they find their niche early in life and rest there,
seemingly contented and resigned.
They do not seem to ask much of life,
sometimes they do not seem to take it seriously.
At times I envy them,
but usually I do not understand them
seldom do they understand me.

September 12, 2012 — 1 min read — Macroblog, Poetry

Sunshine Days and Foggy Nights

Another lovely poem by James Kavanaugh.

I was born to catch dragons in their dens
And pick flowers
To tell tales and laugh away the morning
To drift and dream like a lazy stream
And walk barefoot across sunshine days.

March 24, 2012 — 1 min read — Macroblog, Poetry

The Road

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
-J.R.R. Tolkien

January 5, 2012 — 1 min read — Macroblog, Poetry

The Winds of Fate

One ship drives east and another drives west
With the selfsame winds that blow.
‘Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales
Which tells us the way to go.

September 9, 2011 — 2 min read — Macroblog, Poetry

Gems From the Rubaiyat

XIX
I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

August 14, 2011 — 2 min read — Macroblog, Poetry

Love and Tensor Algebra

‘The Cyberiad” by Polish author Stanislaw Lem is a brilliant set of short stories. Its translation from Polish to English is an astounding achievement in itself, faithfully preserving the wonder of the original.

June 1, 2011 — 1 min read — Macroblog, Poetry

Third Culture Kid

A few days ago, I came across a trailer for the Third Culture Kids. Instant empathy. Nice to know that there are others out there..as I am never tired of repeating, “The more personal it is, the more universal it is.” Here is a lovely poem from the beginning of the trailer. Does anyone know who the author is? I’d like to buy him/her a beer.