“in a world which is doing its best… to make you like everybody else”

Unnoticed – D. Moorezart, c 2017, all rights reserved

“To be nobody but yourself in a world
which is doing its best day and night
to make you like everybody else
means to fight the hardest battle
which any human being can fight
and never stop fighting.”

― E.E. Cummings

 

 

“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness…”

Dark and Light - D. Moorezart, c 2017, all rights reserved
Dark and Light – D. Moorezart, c 2017, all rights reserved

“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”

– Mary Oliver


 

 

 

 

 

“A poet is a verb that…”

 

Full Moon Oak, Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2017, all rights reserved
Full Moon Oak, Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2017, all rights reserved

“A poet is a verb that blossoms light
in gardens of dawn,
or sometimes midnight.”

― Aberjhani

 

“moments pass as though they wished to stay”

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Flaxen Ephemera – D. Moorezart, c 2017

“So moments pass as though
they wished to stay.
We have not long to love.
A night. A day….”

― Tennessee Williams, The Collected Poems

“…we’ve no money for butter”

“…When I am an old woman I shall wear purple, With a red hat which doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me, And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves, And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter”

— Jenny Joseph

Sage in my Garden - Douglas Moorezart, c 2015, prints: http://fineartamerica.com/featured/purple-garden-douglas-moorezart.html
Purple – Douglas Moorezart, c 2015


“summer to your heart”

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Summer to Your Heart, c 2017, all rights reserved, Douglas Moorezart

 

I know I am but summer to your heart (Sonnet XXVII)

I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring.
Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
Else will you seek, at some not distant time,
Even your summer in another clime.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

Spanish Harlem

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Spanish Harlem – Douglas Moorezart, c 2017, all rights reserved


“Spanish Harlem”

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

It is the special one, it’s never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It’s growing in the street
Right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreaming

– Ben E. King