Monday, April 03, 2006

Poetry month

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear
That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear;
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose.
Thomas Moore (1779–1852)

You'll find that I tend to like this sort of Time Passes, Love Endures poetry.

One of the major up-sides of being ten years 'behind' everyone else in my family is that I've been able to appreciate the long view of life. It was clear to me at a very young age that Today is fleeting--for good or ill. Better to build a future on a solid foundation (compassion, faith, loyalty, truth) rather than ephemeral attractions (fast-track, feels good now, surface beauty).

Anyway. See what poetry does to me? It turns me into a philosopher.

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