NPM: #2–Wonder and Joy
Wonder and Joy
The things that one grows tired of—O, be sure
They are only foolish artificial things!
Can a bird ever tire of having wings?
And I, so long as life and sense endure,
(Or brief be they!) shall nevermore inure
My heart to the recurrence of the springs,
Of gray dawns, the gracious evenings,
The infinite wheeling stars. A wonder pure
Must ever well within me to behold
Venus decline; or great Orion, whose belt
Is studded with three nails of burning gold,
Ascend the winter heaven. Who never felt
This wondering joy may yet be good or great:
But envy him not: he is not fortunate.
This particular poet focused his poetry around the Big Sur area. It would be easy to be inspired living in that region!
My fave stand out lines: “Of gray dawns, the gracious evenings…”
I do so appreciate the balance of these two images and the art of alliteration.