“By definition, poetry is consoling because it asks us just to focus, and think, and be contemplative.” (Simon Armitage, Poet Laureate)
LEISURE
By W. H. Davies (1871 – 1940)
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.
Footnote
Our Poetry Café for Freirad has had 3 programmes on Corona-Verse. The 3rd is broadcast on Thursday July 9 at 13.07 on 106.20 MHz, repeated on Friday July 17 at 11.07.