Monday Mosaic #5 – The Written Word
I love to read. No shock, I know, but I really do adore the written word. Lately I have not been doing as much reading as I usual. Shame, really. Maybe that is why I have not been feeling fully complete. Perhaps.
Today I bring you a mosaic of photographs relating to a few of my favorite authors and poets along with some of their words that I treasure.
1. Folger Shakespeare Library, Washington DC, USA – I could lose myself in this library forever and be extremely happy about it.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts.
~William Shakespeare, As You Like It
2. Harry Potter – If you did not know then you have been living under a rock.
“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.” ~J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
3. Blatantly obvious is this one.
"There seems something more speakingly incomprehensible in the powers, the failures, the inequalities of memory, than in any other of our intelligences." ~Jane Austen, Mansfield Park
4. Dickens. Good reads! Deep reads.
" . . .suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape." ~Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
5. Many people do not realize the musical ‘Wicked’ is based off a book.
“The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.” ~Gregory Maguire, Mirror Mirror
6. Canterbury Tales. Lovely.
“Forbid us something, and that thing we desire.” ~Geoffrey Chaucer
7. poem 43. Yes, I know you can read. I thought it was a cool picture.
if strangers meet
not poor not rich
i not not you
if strangers (who
deep our most are
(and so to dark)
~e.e. cummings, if strangers meet
8. This would be an artist’s rendering of a scene from ‘The Cask of Amantillado.’
“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.” ~Edgar Allan Poe, “Eleonora”
“You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.” ~C.S. Lewis
10. Movie poster for Dracula with actor Gary Oldman.
"I have learned not to think little of any one's belief, no matter how strange it may be. I have tried to keep an open mind, and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane." ~Bram Stoker, Dracula
11. Jacob’s Ladder
EVER seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!
Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
He took her with a sigh.
~William Blake, Love’s Secret
12. Bernard Cromwell himself.
“It's fun. I sit down every day and tell stories. Some folk would kill to get that chance.” ~Bernard Cromwell
13. Tapestry based on the King Arthur myth of which this author penned one of my favorite series: The Crystal Cave, The Hollow Hills, The Last Enchantment, and The Wicked Day.
“I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark.” ~Mary Stewart
14. Tolkien’s magnificent signature.
“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.” ~J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
15. This is the beautiful grave of one of my favorite lady poets. I adore her hubby too.
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say,
I love her for her smile—her look—her way
Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"—
For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may
Be changed, or change for thee—and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry:
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sonnet 14
16. This is ‘The Lady of Shalott’ painting by John William Waterhouse, 1888
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
~Lord Alfred Tennyson; Tears, Idle Tears
There you go. I hope you enjoyed it!