How can I not look forward
To what the breaking sun clings
When busy buses play a chord
Isn't it worth any knowing?
For yesterday's come to past
And all my sorrows like blowing
That once pushes my breath,
Then never lasts,
Are buried now where the sleep dwells
And morning, cool morning gives
Me a chance to re-write spells
My open eyes like sieves
Let me KNOW - today I shall win...
And what remorses evening adds!
If I had failed in some deeds
Should I forget, ignore the past
No - there are all my rosary beads
Constituing me now and here
So let the old man in their stars stare
Let the horses of the clear morning drive
Away the old regrets, I'll strive
Not for ignorance nor burying my hopes
But for more strength to cope
Day 16: Spend some time with a favorite poem (written by someone else). Write a poem in response to (or in dialogue with) that poem.My TWO fav. poems:
How clear, how lovely bright,How beautiful to sightThose beams of morning play;How heaven laughs out with gleeWhere, like a bird set free,Up from the eastern seaSoars the delightful day.To-day I shall be strong,No more shall yield to wrong,Shall squander life no more;Days lost, I know not how,I shall retrieve them now;Now I shall keep the vowI never kept before.Ensanguining the skiesHow heavily it diesInto the west away;Past touch and sight and soundNot further to be found,How hopeless under groundFalls the remorseful day....HousmanThe Dawn by W.B. YatesI WOULD be ignorant as the dawnThat has looked downOn that old queen measuring a townWith the pin of a brooch,Or on the withered men that sawFrom their pedantic BabylonThe careless planets in their courses,The stars fade out where the moon comes.And took their tablets and did sums;I would be ignorant as the dawnThat merely stood, rocking the glittering coachAbove the cloudy shoulders of the horses;I would be—for no knowledge is worth a straw -Ignorant and wanton as the dawn.