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Poetry Friday: To a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley

January 19th, 2018 (06:00 am)
determined

Current Mood: determined
Current Song: crushcrushcrush by Paramore

We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Yet if we could scorn
Hate, and pride, and fear;
If we were things born
Not to shed a tear,
I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.

Better than all measures
Of delightful sound,
Better than all treasures
That in books are found,
Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!

Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow
The world should listen then, as I am listening now.

- selected lines from To a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Comments

Posted by: Linda Baie (Linda Baie)
Posted at: January 20th, 2018 02:33 pm (UTC)
lesson from the past!

Reading a poem from long ago and the thoughts still connecting to today is comforting. Whether we like what is happening in our world today, it isn't the only time people have said that we must continue to celebrate, too.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: January 20th, 2018 06:19 pm (UTC)
Re: lesson from the past!

Definitely. Look for the joy, accentuate and celebrate the good things, and be brave enough to confront and change the bad things.

Posted by: Kay McGriff (kaymcgriff)
Posted at: January 22nd, 2018 03:37 pm (UTC)
past

The more I read from the past--like this poem--the more I realize we haven't changed all that much. It does give me hope that we have overcome difficulties before and can do so again.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: January 22nd, 2018 03:39 pm (UTC)
RE: past
books

Hope, always.

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