Monday, January 23, 2006

And this I feel...

As the posts make a transition from one form to another, I chanced on this poem (though a very familiar one) which describes a constant undercurrent of voices in my head...


Leisure

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.
---William Henry Davies

2 comments:

  1. The transition from this dark phase is long due methinks!...

    ReplyDelete
  2. And it is happening... ;-)

    ReplyDelete