Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Transience....

As the title says, there's just too little time for everything. But then again, "what is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare." - Courtesy of Wm. Henry Davies. Here's his full poem, entitled "Leisure".

"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.

By Wm. Henry Davies.

Now this is a poem to reminds us of the transience of everything around us. And while we mull about our daily lives, so caught up in the grind of our daily chores, work, study, etc. we lose sight of the beauty all around us. The beauty of the simplest things in life, yet without which, we lose the fullness of life itself.

Another poem yet examplifies what I've said. It's entitled "Nothing Gold Can Stay" and it's a piece by Robert Frost. Heard of it from one of my Secondary School Literature books. It was called "The Outsiders".

Anyway here goes:

"Nothing Gold Can Stay"



Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.








This poem tells us that beauty around is as transient as the green color of leaves, which quickly fade to the autumn colors following the seasons. So we shd grasp whatever we have. Carpe Diem! Seize the day!

Such is my advice to anyone who reads this blog. Do what u need to do, but take a moment to appreciate the beauty of life, nature, the simplest things around u. For some day these things may no longer be around for u.

Such is the entry of Transience.

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