Just Plain Bill
Do you have a favorite poem or
verse?
As I was
researching a few of my favorite poems, I came across a poem written by one my
favorite poets, Emily Dickinson, a fabulous writer whose 1,800+ poems were
little known until after her death. It’s called This world is not Conclusion,
and once I read it, I was blown away. I printed it and taped it above my
computer at home where I do most of my work.
This
World is not Conclusion.
A Species
stands beyond -
Invisible,
as Music -
But
positive, as Sound -
It
beckons, and it baffles -
Philosophy
- don't know -
And
through a Riddle, at the last -
Sagacity,
must go -
To guess
it, puzzles scholars -
To gain
it, Men have borne
Contempt
of Generations
And
Crucifixion, shown -
Faith
slips - and laughs, and rallies –
Blushes,
if any see -
Plucks at
a twig of Evidence -
And asks
a Vane, the way -
Much
Gesture, from the Pulpit -
Strong
Hallelujahs roll -
Narcotics
cannot still the Tooth
That
nibbles at the soul –
WOW!
What role does
poetry play in your life? For me, ever since I moved beyond my mother’s edict
that poems had to rhyme, I’ve been attracted to several verses that have
provided inspiration and meaning to my life. I’ve even been courageous enough
to write a verse or two - a subject for a later blog.
My three most
favorite poems, ones that I’ve actually memorized…
I would rather be ashes than dust.
I would rather that my spark should burn out
in a brilliant blaze,
than it should be stifled by dry rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor,
every atom of me in magnificent glow,
than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The proper function of man is to live, not to
exist.
I shall not waste my days, in trying to
prolong them,
I will use my time.
I often recite
that poem at the conclusion of my leadership and management seminars, or
whenever I wish to leave something for participants to think about after
engaging in some meaningful discussion of a variety of intellectual concepts.
Another favorite
is one I used when I was an elementary school teacher, asking students to
either draw a picture or write a comment about what that poem meant to them. I
remember distinctly the picture of a sunrise drawn by Edwin, one of my more
quiet third-grade students. He said the poem reminded him that we would always
have our dreams, which no one can take away from us, and that dreams are always
there, even when things are not going well.
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow
Finally,
a simple but powerful commitment for not living “in vain.”
If I can
stop one heart from breaking,
I shall
not live in vain:
If I can
ease one life the aching,
Or cool one
pain,
Or help
one fainting robin
Unto his
nest again,
I shall
not live in vain.
What’s your
favorite poem? If you have one, jot down a few verses and send them to me.
Please.
Mine is an Emily Dickinson poem, too.
ReplyDelete“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.