Where did my muse go?

I have not written anything worth posting here in many, many months. I have become a consumer of other people’s words while my own impetus to write grows weaker by the day. The tendency to inertia which threatens most areas of my life has finally encroached on to my first love, which is writing. I have absolutely no idea how to crush it.


Words.

“I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.” ~George Eliot


Yes it does.

“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.” ~Robert Frost

How to become a Bibliophile

“I am a product of endless books. My father bought all the books he read and never got rid of any of them. There were books in the study, books in the drawing room, books in the cloakroom, books (two deep) in the great bookcase on the landing, books in a bedroom, books piled as high as my shoulder in the cistern attic, books of all kinds reflecting every transient stage of my parents’ interest, books readable and unreadable, books suitable for a child and books most emphatically not.

Nothing was forbidden for me.

In the seemingly endless rainy afternoons I took volume after volume from the shelves. I had always the same certainty of finding a book that was new to me as a man who walks into a field has of finding a new blade of grass.” ~C.S. Lewis



On June

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds and bowers:
Of April, May, of June and July-flowers.
I sing of maypoles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes.

(Robert Herrick)


Memorial

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,
And walking up the long beach all alone
I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder
As you and I once heard their monotone.

Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me
The cold and sparkling silver of the sea,
We two will pass through death and ages lengthen
Before you hear that sound again with me.

(Sara Teasdale)


On duty

“Try to do your duty, and you’ll know right away what you amount to.  And what is your duty?  Whatever the day calls for.” ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe



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