Poem of the Week, by William Henry Davies

98CCB3C4-DC19-4DF8-B68C-5B477DC4CFDERelaxation is not my style. My style is more making long daily to-do lists and then crossing items off one by one. Sometimes I can trick myself into relaxing if I turn it into a task and add it to the list —rest and read–which when you think about it is kind of pathetic.

My mother sent me this poem last week. When I looked up the author, his sideways grin made me think he knew how to have fun. What did he remember, in the end, and what will I remember – how many things I crossed off my lists? Or the hour I spent yesterday in my kayak on Lake of the Isles, paddling in silence behind that drifting flock of geese?

 

Leisure, by William Henry Davies

What is this life if, full of care,
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 if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

 

 

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One comment

  1. Patricia Foxworthy · July 18, 2020

    Lovely, gonna have to put that on a wall somewhere

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