Friday, February 02, 2007

St. Brigid's Day

Full moon

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 the smile that her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
we have no time to stand and stare.
W. H. Davies 1870-1940


[a note to Pete and Carol: the third line only works in meter if you say squirrel with two syllables]


Blogger Sue said...


2:08 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Perfect poem for today, for me. Thank you.

4:23 PM  
Blogger Sharon said...

What a co-inkidink. Three fiber blogs I read posted poetry today on Groundhogs Day. Is this the shadow or the sun? Nice poem~

5:11 PM  
Blogger Marcy said...

What a lovely poem. Thank you, Sara!

5:16 PM  
Blogger Leigh said...

A lovely poem indeed, with lovely photos to accompany it. Thank you for visiting my blog Sara. I have been reading yours for quite awhile and always find inspiration here.

8:11 PM  

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