Monday is UNESCO’s World Poetry Day. If I’m honest, poetry has never been my thing although recently I’ve noticed this little stirring of interest. When I say I know very little about poetry, I really mean it. Below though are two short poems I do know and love. These poems are poles apart in a way and yet so similar. Enjoy…
High Country Weather
Alone we are born
And die alone;
Yet see the red-gold cirrus
Over snow mountain shine.
Along the upland road
Ride easy, stranger:
Surrender to the sky
Your heart of anger.
James K Baxter,
New Zealand poet
He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven
Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats,