Why this?

The occasional piece of my own and a generous helping of others' creations I find inspiring. Site is named for a beloved book by one of my favorite writers, Italo Calvino, whose fanciful work lights--and delights--my soul.

Monday, February 17, 2014


"I have no time for those things now," we say; 
"But in the future just a little way, 
No longer by this ceaseless toil oppressed, 
I shall have leisure then for thought and rest. 
When I the debts upon my land have paid, 
Or on foundations firm my business laid, 
I shall take time for discourse long and sweet 
With those beloved who round my hearthstone meet; 
I shall take time on mornings still and cool 
To seek the freshness dim of wood and pool, 
Where, calmed and hallowed by great Nature's peace, 
My life from its hot cares shall find release; 
I shall take time to think on destiny, 
Of what I was and am and yet shall be, 
Till in the hush my soul may nearer prove 
To that great Soul in whom we live and move. 
All this I shall do sometime but not now -- 
The press of business cares will not allow." 
And thus our life glides on year after year; 
The promised leisure never comes more near. 
Perhaps the aim on which we placed our mind 
Is high, and its attainment slow to find; 
Or if we reach the mark that we have set, 
We still would seek another, farther yet. 
Thus all our youth, our strength, our time go past 
Till death upon the threshold stands at last, 
And back unto our Maker we must give 
The life we spent preparing well to live. 

--Effie Waller Smith

Love's Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river 
And the rivers with the ocean, 
The winds of heaven mix for ever 
With a sweet emotion; 
Nothing in the world is single, 
All things by a law divine 
In one another's being mingle— 
Why not I with thine? 

See the mountains kiss high heaven, 
And the waves clasp one another; 
No sister-flower would be forgiven 
If it disdain'd its brother; 
And the sunlight clasps the earth, 
And the moonbeams kiss the sea— 
What is all this sweet work worth 
If thou kiss not me? 

--Percy Bysshe Shelley