Monday, March 22, 2010

Morning Glory

 
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The Glory



The glory of the beauty of the morning, -
The cuckoo crying over the untouched dew;
The blackbird that has found it, and the dove
That tempts me on to something sweeter than love;
White clouds ranged even and fair as new-mown hay;
The heat, the stir, the sublime vacancy
Of sky and meadow and forest and my own heart: -
The glory invites me, yet it leaves me scorning
All I can ever do, all I can be,
Beside the lovely of motion, shape, and hue,
The happiness I fancy fit to dwell
In beauty's presence. Shall I now this day
Begin to seek as far as heaven, as hell,
Wisdom or strength to match this beauty, start
And tread the pale dust pitted with small dark drops,
In hope to find whatever it is I seek,
Hearkening to short-lived happy-seeming things
That we know naught of, in the hazel copse?
Or must I be content with discontent
As larks and swallows are perhaps with wings?
And shall I ask at the day's end once more
What beauty is, and what I can have meant
By happiness? And shall I let all go,
Glad, weary, or both? Or shall I perhaps know
That I was happy oft and oft before,
Awhile forgetting how I am fast pent,
How dreary-swift, with naught to travel to,
Is Time? I cannot bite the day to the core.

Edward Thomas


I thought this was a very nice poem and I would say to the poet relax and enjoy the moment.
Why spoil a good thing? Sometimes it doesn’t pay to examine everything to the core and just go with the flow.

When glory presents itself to you, you must be grateful for it doesn’t present itself to every one.
I believe man cannot handle the truest of truths neither can he handle matters at their core because of their explosive nature.

Man must accept the gifts he is given, in the short intervals they are given to him.
He must accept the pain and suffering in the same context, that is, in the same short intervals, they are being presented to him
For we do not live in a perfect balanced world.

We walk through life as babes learning to walk Sometimes we manage and some times we need a helping hand to keep balance and
sometimes we fall on our bums just to get up again
But we always find a reason to try again until we succeed.
The day we do, is a glorious day.

Have a good one

7 comments:

Vicky said...

Ahhh, so true! So wise in your perspective. Accepting the grace that is offered in the moment does take a fair amount of mastery but when accomplished it is truly rewarding :)

Susanne49 said...

Thank you so much for your kind comment on my blog, Lady! I very much appreciate your visits. I do write the answers always there ;)

Very nice pictures to this "Morning Glory" and great blog!

A Lady's Life said...

Vicky:lol I guess you are right but I think it is possible. You will never get the same sunset. You will never get the same sun rise.
Artists know this the best so they try to capture the moment as quickly as they can in their paintings before it is lost forever, except of course in their memory.

A Lady's Life said...

thanks Susanne49 :)

Trotter said...

Hi Lady! Excellent post!!

Thanks for your comments at Blogtrotter 2, which has now landed in Mexico. Enjoy and have a great week!!

Peter (Worldman): said...

It is indeed a nice poem and your thoughts following it too. It can be guidance for many, or even all, of us.

A Lady's Life said...

Thanks Peter.:)