Poetry
Leisure
On February 4, 2022 by Speranza
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.
W.H.Davies, 1911.
How perfect for this poem to arrive when I was huddled on the couch thinking I really should accomplish something. And now I stand corrected. I’ll go out and stare.
Thank you.
I was wondering if you had written this beautiful poem Sue.
Thank you for passing it on.
Reading this poem again, and at this moment in time, makes me hope I will strengthen my resolve and go out for a walk and have something new to stare at!
Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.