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We had a most glorious sunny day today, a thing we rarely enjoy in Ireland. I think it is only a hobo or an active retired person who can really appreciate such a day. The Walsh poet W. H. Davies (1871-1940), a hobo himself, has left us this sweet poem to reflect on:

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 day light,
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.
staring cows
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

I love that image in the second last couplet.
Couplet 4 I can't figure out.

Hold, I've got it. How slow of me!


Ah, "Enrich that smile her eyes began". Indeed.

Edited at 2013-06-19 21:55 (UTC)
I'm thinking of a young man rushing around and failing to grasp what a girl is really saying to him.
This is a bit of a favourite of mine.

I'm not the only one posting a Welsh poet this week!
"the smile her eyes began"
May I ask why you have chosen Proserpina (no smile at all) as your avatar?
Mostly because it's a favourite painting of mine! :o)

As you can see from my wee portrait, I do smile most of the time, but I like that thoughtful pose.