POEMS FOR LIFE
- Sophie
- Mar 2, 2017
- 2 min read
Poetry is one of those things that has always been on the periphery of my interests, I know I'm not alone when I say that a lot of poetry just kind of goes over my head and can be way too out there to resonate at all. I wanted to dip my toe in though so last year I bought this collection, Poems For Life, selected by Laura Barber, and have been dipping in and out since. One thing that's quite good for poetry newbies is that these poems are divided into sections such as 'Birth and Beginnings', 'Family Life', 'For Better, For Worse' and 'Mourning and Monuments' so it's easy to find something that might make you have the feels when you're in a certain type of mood. In some ways I do feel like this kind of defeats the point of a poem, or makes it all just feel too easy to be forced to feel stuff (does that make sense?) but it's good for someone like me as a way to start out reading poetry.

The book is beautiful as you can see, with lovely illustrations and a nice feel to it (all book lovers know that the way a book feels is very important) it has a good weight to it and the cover feels lovely. I thought I'd share a couple of my favourites from the collection and maybe inspire you to pick up a poem next time you fancy something to read (or maybe the next time you're tempted to check Instagram just one last time!).
The Confirmation - Edwin Muir
Yes, yours, my love, is the right human face.
I in my mind had waited for this long,
Seeing the false and searching for the true,
Then found you as a traveller finds a place
Of welcome suddenly amid the wrong
Valleys and rocks and twisting roads. But you,
What shall I call You? A fountain in a waste,
A well of water in a country dry,
Or anything that's honest and good, an eye
That makes the whole world bright. Your open heart,
Simply with giving, gives the primal deed,
The first good world, the blossom, the blowing seed,
The hearth, the steadfast land, the wandering sea,
Not beautiful or rare in every part,
But like yourself, as they were meant to be.
Leisure - W.H. Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have not time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
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