To win the trophy of enchanting grace: Ranks of Carnations, to all ladies dear, Of whose sweet taste … - Ruth Pitter

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No one will remember that President Obama supported the Arab Spring if it eventually fails and the region collapses back into the political Dark Ages. If we actively engage these movements with advice, with money, and, when necessary, with military force, then we get a vote in how it all turns out.

Ruth Pitter

To win the trophy of enchanting grace: Ranks of Carnations, to all ladies dear, Of whose sweet taste I write approval here, For these pre-eminent myself I think, As long as you don't overdue the pink.

Flower, Long, Pink, Sweet, Write, Writing

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All in November's soaking mist We stand and prune the naked tree, While all our love and interest Seem quenched in the blue-nosed misery.

Autumn, Fall, Love, Misery, Soaking, Tree

Vain vision! when the changing world each day Sees some such lordly pleasance pass away; When the mere stripling knows my symbols all Worn tokes, heaven hypothetical, Nature indifferent, and the dreams of men Figments of longing which we must condemn. Yet keep these plants, O Man! a kinder time May yet be moved by them to better rhyme, Or moved, like me, to place his pleasure low, On the firm Earth, whence Men and Blossoms grow.

Death, Dream, Like, Men, Pleasure, Time

But the summits of poetry are mysteries; they are shiftingly veiled, and those who catch the glimpses see different aspects of the transcendental; but they have seen something, and they come down with the glory lingering on them.

Aspects, Different, Glimpse, Glimpses, Mystery, Transcendental

The lily in splendor, the vine in her grace, The fox in the forest, all had their desire, As then I had mine, in the place that was happy and poor.

Desire, Forest, Grace, Nature, Place, Splendor

Poor comfort all comfort: once what the mouse had spared Was enough, was delight, there where the heart was at home

Comfort, Delight, Enough, Heart, Home, Nature