Sunday, May 26, 2013

Instructions for a Summer Morning

This by Henry David Thoreau, yes, he of Walden Pond, from "Life Prayers," edited by Elizabeth Roberts and Elias Amidon.

There were times when I could not afford
to sacrifice the bloom of the present moment
to any work, whether of head or hands.
Sometimes, in a summer morning,
having taken my accustomed bath,
I sat in my sunny doorway
from sunrise till noon, rapt in a reverie,
amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness,
while the birds sang around.
I grew in those seasons
like corn in the night,
and they were far better
than any work of the hands would have been.
They were not time substracted from my life,
but so much over and above my usual allowance.


Alon Perlman said...

America's greatest thinker. Thanks.
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FOGSWAMP said...

Thanks for sharing that one.

Makes one sorta want to pay more attention to the world in a quieter, softer reflective way than we typically have time for in today's hustle-bustle.

Your never alone with a poet in your pocket (Adams?)

Churadogs said...

Fogswamp, yep. Kinda of a nice practice to read a poem a day, just for the heck of it. Good brain discipline, helps focus and almost always you come away with a slightly different take on the world. That's the gift poets give us: seeing through slightly changed eyes with an enlarged "vocabulary."