...though not a poem about Easter. This time I've chosen the A E Housman poem, Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now.
The casual reader could be forgiven for thinking that this poem lacks any real substance, but on reflection, this is not the case. It's about grasping the opportunities that life present and seeking to maximise the time available.
Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now by A. E. Housman
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
Andrew
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The casual reader could be forgiven for thinking that this poem lacks any real substance, but on reflection, this is not the case. It's about grasping the opportunities that life present and seeking to maximise the time available.
Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now by A. E. Housman
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
Andrew
For more about me and my blog, click on the Directory link below the masthead.
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