Poetry Corner: “Leisure” by W.H. Davies

We all have poems that stay with us, don’t we? I remember finding “Leisure” in my Grandmother’s copy of Palgrave’s Golden Treasury. It was the most beautiful little book. A hardback in the kind of green that reminds me of meadows and paddocks. So here, to escape into poetry for a few minutes, is “Leisure” by W.H. Davies:

Leisure by W.H. Davies

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.

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