Light
I have a post I’ve been working on, but haven’t felt up to finishing it this evening. As has been my custom in the past when I was lacking for a post, I dig out an old poem to share.
I have lots of old books and there are lots of little treasures that frequently seem to be lost to us, replaced by the more popular names of the day. Poets long ago are forgotten and replaced with the lesser godlings of modern music, such as it is.
Frequently, though, these old poems reflect on death and other morbid curiosities, and finding something uplifting that is not depressing at the same time can be somewhat of a challenge. So, today’s selection is not one that is a lost treasure, but has more of a thoughtful grace that’s not such a downer.
LIGHT
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one,
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one,
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When its love is done.Francis W. Bourdillon
Have a great day!
That’s really a great poem.
I think I first read it when I was still in high school. A present (Christmas I think) one year was a book of 101 famous poems.
I think I need Jon to translate for me
He could, but you’ve still never figured out our geek code.
Dang why why did I have to be absent on Geek Code Day. Arrrggghhh!
Better sit in on a class and study, because we’re all counting on you to step up and fill in a bit for Jon during his absence. Pete, Jeanne and I know the code, but we need a third person to widen the conversation.