Its that time of the week, when we take solace in the rhythms of painted words and admire the beauty of organized syllabus. Poems bring with them a cheer, it let's us take part in another kind of world and living.
The poem below was written by the legendary poet and tramp, W.H Davies.
It depicts his love and admiration for a woman, who he presented here as beautiful as nature itself. He likens her attributes to that of a modest nature(as seen in lines 2, 7 and 13) and expresses how much he adores her when she's close and misses her when she's gone.
Enjoy and appreciate the poetic nature.
Charms
She walks as lightly as the fly
Skates on the water in July.
To hear her moving petticoat
For me is music's highest note.
Stones are not heard, when her feet pass,
No more than tumps of moss or grass.
When she sits still, she's like the flower
To be a butterfly next hour.
The brook laughs not more sweet, when he
Trips over pebbles suddenly.
My Love, like him, can whisper low --
When he comes where green cresses grow.
She rises like the lark, that hour
He goes halfway to meet a shower.
A fresher drink is in her looks
Than Nature gives me, or old books.
When I in my Love's shadow sit,
I do not miss the sun one bit.
When she is near, my arms can hold
All that's worth having in this world.
And when I know not where she is,
Nothing can come but comes amiss
William H. Davies
Have a pleasant Tuesday. ;)
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