I shared this poem a couple of year ago, and was reminded of it yesterday at The Writer's Almanac.
It's a lovely poem for this time of year, when the weather is finally beginning to warm, the lilacs will soon be blooming, and I am looking forward to the slower pace of summer, tantalizingly in view.
Leisure
by William Henry Davies.
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Poetry Friday is hosted this week at Allegro.
4 comments:
I've always loved that poem, Karen.
Hi, I am visiting from Poetry Friday. I had never read this poem before. It's lovely. We all need time to quietly stand and stare at beauty and wonder.
So lovely (hadn't seen this one before). Thanks, Karen.
*sigh* A poem after my own heart. I plan to do a lot of standing and staring this month. Thanks for this post!
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