Although I Put Away His Life By Emily Dickinson

Although I put away his life—
An Ornament too grand
For Forehead low as mine, to wear,
This might have been the Hand

That sowed the flower, he preferred—
Or smoothed a homely pain,
Or pushed the pebble from his path—
Or played his chosen tune—

On Lute the least—the latest—
But just his Ear could know
That whatsoe’er delighted it,
I never would let go—

The foot to bear his errand—
A little Boot I know—
Would leap abroad like Antelope—
With just the grant to do—

His weariest Commandment—
A sweeter to obey,
Than “Hide and Seek”—
Or skip to Flutes—
Or all Day, chase the Bee—

Your Servant, Sir, will weary—
The Surgeon, will not come—
The World, will have its own—to do—
The Dust, will vex your Fame—

The Cold will force your tightest door
Some February Day,
But say my apron bring the sticks
To make your Cottage gay—

That I may take that promise
To Paradise, with me—
To teach the Angels, avarice,
You, Sir, taught first—to me.

Just Pondering Part 412

Believe it or not, there are those who live outside of the system; they do not own a birth certificate, they do not have an identification card, they do not have a bank account of their own, they do not own a computer and they do not own a cell phone.

You may think that such people only exist in so-called primitive cultures or remote tribes in the desert or forested areas in other parts of the world. But, there are some people who are living outside of the system that reside in well-developed countries like the United States, Great Britain and Canada, to name a few. It is hard to comprehend that such a thing is really taking place in the 21st century.

But, why would people choose to live like that? I could only speculate the reasons why a person would choose to do such a thing. Maybe, they have made the conscientious decision to remain undetected and for some unknown reason, they prefer to be ghosts within our modern-day society.

The Creation Of A Contact Page Can Be A Blogger’s Greatest Asset

How far would you go to keep in touch with your readers? Some website administrators have included their phone numbers and their email addresses, so their readers can contact them if they would like to ask them a question or to have a certain issue resolved; I think that is a wonderful idea.

In regards to email addresses, I think that a separate email address (not the one that you used to set up your WordPress account), should be the one to use for liaising with your readers; here is the reason why: the email address that one uses to set up their WordPress account, is the one that receives all of your WordPress notifications; it lets you know who liked which post and it also informs you of who followed your blog. If you are like me, you probably receive countless notifications on a daily basis and a person’s email can get lost among all those notifications. It is also a little difficult to scroll down all of those notifications until you find an actual email from someone. If you only have one email account, I would advise that you create another for this purpose. For example, if your blog is called: Poetic Justice, you can create an email in the lines of: poeticjustice@outlook.com; this would make things a lot easier for you, because that email account was specifically created for the purpose of communicating with your readers.

Cellular phones are also a great way to keep in touch with your readers; they can either call you or send you a text message.

In regards to cellular phones, there are a lot of cheap ones on the market. You can purchase one that works on a prepaid plan; there is no need to take out one that works on a monthly billing cycle; unless you believe that is the better way to go.

Remember, that the sole purpose of that cellular phone is to receive calls from your WordPress readers; so you really wouldn’t be using it unless you are answering calls from your readers. Or, you have chosen to return missed calls from your readers.

If you wish to take things a little further, you could even include your Skype and Google Plus contact information.

For the record, you are not obligated to go this way. But, including your contact information on your blog gives it a nice profession touch.

PETER CETERA — GLORY OF LOVE

A blast from the past! You can check it out here: PETER CETERA — GLORY OF LOVE

A Weight With Needles On The Pounds By Emily Dickinson

A Weight with Needles on the pounds—
To push, and pierce, besides—
That if the Flesh resist the Heft—
The puncture—coolly tries—

That not a pore be overlooked
Of all this Compound Frame—
As manifold for Anguish—
As Species—be—for name—

Corn Grinders By Sarojini Naidu

O little mouse, why dost thou cry
While merry stars laugh in the sky?

Alas! alas! my lord is dead!
Ah, who will ease my bitter pain?
He went to seek a millet-grain
In the rich farmer’s granary shed;
They caught him in a baited snare,
And slew my lover unaware:
Alas! alas! my lord is dead.

O little deer, why dost thou moan,
Hid in thy forest-bower alone?

Alas! alas! my lord is dead!
Ah! who will quiet my lament?

At fall of eventide he went
To drink beside the river-head;
A waiting hunter threw his dart,
And struck my lover through the heart.
Alas! alas! my lord is dead.

O little bride, why dost thou weep
With all the happy world asleep?

Alas! alas! my lord is dead!
Ah, who will stay these hungry tears,
Or still the want of famished years,
And crown with love my marriage-bed?
My soul burns with the quenchless fire
That lit my lover’s funeral pyre:
Alas! alas! my lord is dead.

I Am Restless By Rabindranath Tagore

I am restless. I am athirst for far-away things.
My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance.
O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.

I am eager and wakeful, I am a stranger in a strange land.
Thy breath comes to me whispering an impossible hope.
Thy tongue is known to my heart as its very own.
O Far-to-seek, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that I know not the way, that I have not the winged horse.

I am listless, I am a wanderer in my heart.
In the sunny haze of the languid hours, what vast vision of thine takes shape in the blue of the sky!
O Farthest end, O the keen call of thy flute!
I forget, I ever forget, that the gates are shut everywhere in the house where I dwell alone!

A Quotation About The Possibility Of Being Great From Cher

Until you’re ready to look foolish, you’ll never have the possibility of being great. — Cher

A Wisdom Quote From Richard Bach

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly. — Richard Bach

A Quotation About Not Criticising From Elvis Presley

Don’t criticize what you don’t understand, son. You never walked in that man’s shoes. — Elvis Presley