In memory of Paul, 4 years on xConsolation - Robert Louis StevensonThough he, that ever kind and true,Kept stoutly step by step with you,Your whole long, gusty lifetime through,Be gone a while before,Be now a moment gone before,Yet, doubt not, soon the seasons shall restoreYour friend to you.He has but turned the corner — stillHe pushes on with right good will,Through mire and marsh, by heugh and hill,That self-same arduous way —That self-same upland, hopeful way,That you and he through many a doubtful dayAttempted still.He is not dead, this friend — not dead,But in the path we mortals treadGot some few, trifling steps aheadAnd nearer to the end;So that you too, once past the bend,Shall meet again, as face to face, this friendYou fancy dead.Push gaily on, strong heart! The whileYou travel forward mile by mile,He loiters with a backward smileTill you can overtake,And strains his eyes to search his wake,Or whistling, as he sees you through the brake,Waits on a stile.
Indulging my love of poetry by posting a poem a day, every day... to inspire, delight and enlighten!
Monday 20 May 2019
Consolation
Wednesday 1 May 2019
May
Follies - Carl Sandburg
Shaken,
The blossoms of lilac,
And shattered,
The atoms of purple.
Green dip the leaves,
Darker the bark,
Longer the shadows.
Sheer lines of poplar
Shimmer with masses of silver
And down in a garden old with years
And broken walls of ruin and story,
Roses rise with red rain-memories.
May!
In the open world
The sun comes and finds your face,
Remembering all.
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