Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, I remembered these lines today.
"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."
Don't even remember where and when I first read it and who they are from.. sometime way back, though. However I am pretty sure I didn't understand them till today and all I had noticed earlier was the "rhyme" in them. Wow.. poetry is one thing(probably the only thing) that I understand better today than a few years ago. Better only than myself though ... no big claims!! Some recent indulgences have really helped, it seems. I should start reading poetry again.
:)
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This and the lines...
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
And the great wordsworth poem too....
for oft when on my couch i lie
in vacant or in pensive mood...
Ah, daffodils.
I can totally relate to what you're saying. This poem, when I read it a long time back, was just rhyme to me too. But today, I think I can appreciate its poetic value.
ReplyDeleteThank you and Phoenix for reminding me these wonderful poems..
(These double dots, at the end of paragraphs, have become another smiley for me lately. By them I seem to try to convey "Hey, I don't want to overdo it with smileys, I know you know me enough to understand..")
@Phoenix
ReplyDeleteYeah.. Daffodils too. fantastic poems .. though I could not appreciate them when I first read them.
@Vik
This blog is good. I always find people who can relate to me :P
You are welcome..
Good that you shared this, we keep forgetting poems...you might also like these, which you'll already know but probably would like to be reminded of, on similar thoughts :P
ReplyDeleteStopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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Ode on Solitude
Alexander Pope
Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
Whose heards with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest! who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix'd; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me dye;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lye.
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And daffodils as phoenix quoted.
Yes yes :) ... it was good to read these .. infact, hadn't read "Ode on Solitude" earlier. Thanks for reminding!
ReplyDeletehaa be! bahut samay ho gaya poetry padhe hue... i think (considering my older self as an example) poetry is lost on school kids, the only good thing about trying to 'teach' them at that age is that they come to know there is such a thing as poetry!
ReplyDeletejust read u like getting comments on your blogs no matter how old....will read all ur posts...all of them if i can read them faster than u can write em!
hum intezaar karenge aapke saari posts padhne ka
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