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The Pleasure of Princes – Alec Derwent Hope

The Pleasure of Princes – Alec Derwent Hope

What pleasures have great princes?

These: to know

Themselves reputed mad with pride or power;

To speak few words few words and short bring low

This ancient house, that city with flame devour;

To make old men, their father’s enemies,

Drunk on the vintage of the former age;

To have great painters show their mistresses

Naked to the succeeding time; engage

The cunning of able, treacherous ministers

To serve, despite themselves, the cause they hate,

And leave a prosperous kingdom to their heirs

Nursed by the caterpillars of the state;

To keep their spies in good men’s hearts; to read

The malice of the wise, and act betimes;

To hear the Grand Remonstrances of greed Led by the pure; cheat justice of her crimes;

To beget worthless sons and, being old,

By starlight climb the battlements, and while

The pacing sentry hugs himself for cold,

Keep vigil like a lover, muse and smile,

And think, to see from the grim castle steep

The midnight city below rejoice and shine:

“There my great demon grumbles in his sleep

And dreams of his destruction, and of mine.”


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Bayonet – Anne Sexton

What can I do with this bayonet?
Make a rose bush of it?
Poke it into the moon?
Shave my legs with its silver?
Spear a goldfish?
No. No.

It was made
in my dream
for you.
My eyes were closed.
I was curled fetal lyrics, and yet I held a bayonet
for the earth of your stomach.
The belly button is singing its puzzle.
The intestines wind like alpine roads.
It was made to enter you
as you have joined me
and to cut the daylight into you
and let out your buried heartland,
to let out the spoon, you have fed me with,
to let out the bird that told you to carve him onto a sculpture until he is white
and I could put him on a shelf,
an object unthinking as a stone, but with all the vibrations
of a crucifix.


Rain’s Song

Raindrops scatter across pavement, frogs leap and land in puddles, birds scoop worms from green grass, as crickets sing a song with a hint of sass. There is a song the rain sings, as thunder growls amidst the clouds, as lightning shoots and grazes fields, and mice scurry in and out of homes they wield. […]

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Maintaining the Flow

Life energy flows through us like a swift stream, when there is nothing to obstruct it.✨✨

The essence of all beings is energy. Our physical and ethereal selves depend on the unrestricted flow of life energy that is the source of wholeness and wellness. Though the channels through which this energy flows are open systems and influenced by factors outside of our control, we ultimately choose what impact these will have in our lives. It is up to us to identify and clear blockages in the energy field to maintain flow. A healthy, grounded individual absorbs some portion of the energy emitted by other people and the environment, but this does not interrupt the continuous stream of balanced energy sustaining them. The same individual copes constructively with stress and upset, and they are not subject to the stagnation that frequently goes hand in hand with negativity. When we keep the energy in and around our bodies flowing harmoniously, we are naturally healthy, vibrant, and peaceful.✨✨✨

Existence energy flows through us like a swift stream when there is nothing to obstruct it, but various forces such as trauma, negative vibrations, and disappointments act like stones that impede the current. If we allow these to pile up, our life energy is thrown off its course or blocked entirely, causing illness, restlessness, and a lack of vigor. If, however, we take the time to clear these forces away, we rob them of the power to impact our lives. When we cultivate simple yet affirmative habits such as taking regular cleansing baths, practicing meditation and breathing exercises, smudging, and self-shielding, we protect ourselves from outside influences that might impede our energy flow. Likewise, we lessen the impact of inner forces when we clear our auras of unwanted attachments and divest ourselves of blocked emotions.✨✨

A solid and fluid energy field is the key that unlocks the doors of self-healing and peace of mind. Your awareness of the flow of energy sustaining you empowers you to take charge of your well-being by taking steps to unblock, correct, and enhance that flow. Fear will likely be the culprit when you cannot identify the source of stagnation — you may be afraid to let go of what is obstructing the flow. Letting go can be challenging, but the vitality you will feel when the flow is restored will be a welcome and blessed reward.✨✨


Randall Jarrell

At home, in my flannel gown, like a bear to its floe,
I clambered to bed; up the globe’s impossible sides
I sailed all night—till at last, with my black beard,
My furs and my dogs, I stood at the northern pole.

There in the childish night my companions lay frozen,
The stiff fur knocked at my starveling throat,
And I gave my great sigh: the flakes came huddling,
Were they really my end? In the darkness I turned to my rest.

—Here, the flag snaps in the glare and silence
Of the unbroken ice. I stand here,
The dogs bark, my beard is black, and I stare
At the North Pole . . .
And now what? Why go back.

Turn as I please, my step is to the south.
The world—my world spins on this final point
Of cold and wretchedness: all lines, all winds
End in this whirlpool I at last discover.

And it isn’t very sensible. In the child’s bed
After the night’s voyage, in that warm world
Where people work and suffer for the end
That crowns the pain—in that Cloud-Cuckoo-Land

I reached my North, and it had meaning.
Here is the actual pole of my existence,
Where all that I have done is meaningless,
Where I die or live by accident alone—

How living or dying, I am still alone;
Here where North, the night, the berg of death
Crowd me out of the ignorant darkness,
I see at last that all the knowledge

I wrung from the darkness—that the darkness flung me—
Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing,
The night from the evening. Pain comes from the darkness
And we call it wisdom. It is a pain.


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