7.8.2025 – live in the sunlight

live in the sunlight
glad – know the day – that one might
dream in the shadows

Adapted from: That One Might Live in the Sunlight Glad by William H.A. Moore as published in “The Crisis” 1910-1926

That one might live in the sunlight glad
And know the day;
That one might dream in the shadows
And love alway.
To love and to live and to know,
To feel the sea’s strength and sea’s flow,
That one might sleep while the heart is mad
And sorrow play!
that one might speak when the soul’s athirst
And hear the cry;
That one might feel when the heart has burst
And love the why.
O to speak and to feel and to know,
O to love the wind’s strength and wind’s blow,
That one might walk with the sorrows first,
Nor weep, nor sigh!
O to know and to love and to live,
O to speak and hear and to give,
Nor fear to die!

According to the short bio in The book of American Negro poetry (New York: Harcourt, Brace, 1922) edited by James Weldon Johnson (who, according to a note on the dust jacket, Compiled this work because it was his belief that a group of people is not known) William W. H . Moore was born in New York City and received his education in the public schools and at the City College. He also did some special work at Columbia University. He has had a long career as a newspaper man, working on both white and colored publications. He now lives in Chicago. He is the author of Dusk Songs, a volume of poems.

This snippet is the basis of any and every mention or biography of Mr. Moore in the online world.

I also came across one discussion of Mr. Moore where the someone posted that they had searched for Dusk Songs every where they could think of with no success.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

6.25.2025 – seen Sun emerge from

seen Sun emerge from
his amazing house and leave a
day at every door

Adapted from the poem When I have seen the Sun emerge, by Emily Dickenson written in 1864 and published in The Complete poems of Emily Dickinson. Edited by Thomas H. Johnson (Little, Brown and Company, Boston, 1960).

Sunrise over Skull Creek – Sun has emerged out of the Atlantic Ocean about 30 minutes earlier and just starting his day

When I have seen the Sun emerge

When I have seen the Sun emerge
From His amazing House —
And leave a Day at every Door
A Deed, in every place —

Without the incident of Fame
Or accident of Noise —
The Earth has seemed to me a Drum,
Pursued of little Boys

Recently I was driving over this bridge with this view with my daughter who was visiting along with her kids.

As she drove, she looked out the the window and then said to me …

“Do you ever get used to it being so beautiful here?”

I looked up from my hand held where I was checking something important like the current high tide or weather report or latest update on Michigan football.

I looked out the window at what I see every time I drive to work.

Well, I said …

6.21.2025 – warm summer sun shine

warm summer sun shine
shine kindly here – southern wind
blow warm, softly here

Sky paintings at the Calhoun Street Dock. Bluffton, SC

Based on the poem, Warm Summer Sun, By Mark Twain

Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.

Written as a eulogy for his daughter Susy Clemens, who died of meningitis at only 24 years of age

6.20.2025 – summer world bright fresh

summer world bright fresh
just far enough away seem
dreamy, reposeful

Sun on the back parking lot on Hilton Head Island – Longest day of the year at 7AM

Saturday morning was come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life. There was a song in every heart; and if the heart was young the music issued at the lips. There was cheer in every face and a spring in every step. The locust trees were in bloom and the fragrance of the blossoms filled the air. Cardiff Hill, beyond the village and above it, was green with vegetation, and it lay just far enough away to seem a Delectable Land, dreamy, reposeful, and inviting.

From Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain.

The prelude to Tom Sawyer whitewashing the back fence.

After painting this word picture and opening the door to an early summer day, which I have used for the first day of summer, the longest day of the year, Mr. Twain slams the door shut with the words, “Tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He surveyed the fence, and all gladness left him and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit. Thirty yards of board fence nine feet high. Life to him seemed hollow, and existence but a burden.

I have to take my hat off to Mr. Twain and stand in awe of the simple combination of simple words that takes us to a mountain top.

All the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life.

There was a song in every heart; and if the heart was young the music issued at the lips.

There was cheer in every face and a spring in every step.

… just far enough away to seem a Delectable Land, dreamy, reposeful, and inviting.

Then with the same use of simple words, Mr. Twain shoves us off the mountain.

… all gladness left him and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit.

Thirty yards of board fence nine feet high.

Life to him seemed hollow, and existence but a burden.

I can see it.

I can feel it.

I can hear it in my soul.

Screen shot of my iPhone Compass – at 7am – Sun was at 61 degrees ENE – notice its already 79 and I am 21 feet above sea level … which was off by 15 feet.

6.12.2025 – make us one new dream

make us one new dream
us who forget out of storms
let us have one star

Sunrise in storms clouds over Pinckney Island, South Carolina on Thursday morning.

Adapted from a Prayer after World War by Carl Sandburg, in Smoke and Steel as published in The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg, by Carl Sandburg, Harcourt, Brace, New York, 1950.

Wandering oversea dreamer,
Hunting and hoarse, Oh daughter and mother,
Oh daughter of ashes and mother of blood,
Child of the hair let down, and tears,
Child of the cross in the south
And the star in the north,

Keeper of Egypt and Russia and France,
Keeper of England and Poland and Spain,
Make us a song for to-morrow.
Make us one new dream, us who forget,
Out of the storm let us have one star.

Struggle, Oh anvils, and help her.
Weave with your wool, Oh winds and skies.
Let your iron and copper help,
Oh dirt of the old dark earth.

Wandering oversea singer,
Singing of ashes and blood,
Child of the scars of fire,
Make us one new dream, us who forget.
Out of the storm let us have one star.