You may have noticed that the PotD seems to be on a hiatus. My file of poems is getting rather low and I’ve been watching the Olympics whenever I’m not at work, so I slacked off. I’ll try to find some new inspiration and I hope to start up again next week. Thanks for reading!
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends
It gives a lovely light.
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I like this poem, for some reason …
Tom the Lunatic
by W. B. Yeats
Sang old Tom the lunatic
That sleeps under the canopy;
‘What change has put my thoughts astray
And eyes that had so keen a sight?
What has turned to smoking wick
Nature’s pure unchanging light?
‘Huddon and Duddon and Daniel O’Leary,
Holy Joe, the beggar-man,
Wenching, drinking, still remain
Or sing a penance on the road;
Something made these eyeballs weary
That blinked and saw them in a shroud.
‘Whatever stands in field or flood,
Bird, beast, fish or man,
Mare or stallion, cock or hen,
Stands in God’s unchanging eye
In all the vigour of its blood;
In that faith I live or die.’