Saturday, March 05, 2011

Days






Days

Each one is a gift, no doubt,
mysteriously placed in your waking hand
or set upon your forehead
moments before you open your eyes.

Today begins cold and bright,
the ground heavy with snow
and the thick masonry of ice,
the sun glinting off the turrets of clouds.

Through the calm eye of the window
everything is in its place
but so precariously
this day might be resting somehow

on the one before it,
all the days of the past stacked high
like the impossible tower of dishes
entertainers used to build on stage.

No wonder you find yourself
perched on the top of a tall ladder
hoping to add one more.

Just another Wednesday
you whisper,
then holding your breath,
place this cup on yesterday's saucer
without the slightest clink.

by Billy Collins, US Poet Laureate 2001-2003

15 comments:

  1. Love your lines
    so wonder and so true
    very well written :-)

    Have a nice week-end
    Hugs
    Kareltje =^.^= ♥ Betsie >^.^<
    Anya :)

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  2. Lovely Poem, Abby : )
    Have a great weekend " Days " !

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  3. That is a great post. I am always excited to start a new day. Thanks for that. Hope you have a super weekend.

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  4. I never thought of days in that way before. It is very thought provoking.

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  5. First thing efurry morning we wake up and give thanks for a new day coz each one is so special. Thank you for posting something so beauteeful and a reminder to all that each day is a wonderful gift.
    Purrs to you all!

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  6. Awwww what a lovely poem, very wistfully true!!! Thank you! There never are enough days so we might as well make the most of what we have!! Take care
    x

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  7. Very beautiful and so true....we are only promosed the very moment we are in and we should seize each and every one.
    Hugs Madi

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  8. Beautiful post. So very true.

    Have a great weekend
    <3

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  9. We loved that poem and the picture too.
    Luv Hannah and Lucy xx xx

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  10. That was purrfect, and oh so true!

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  11. Beautiful poem! I love Billy Collins.

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  12. Billy! The Human is enslaved to him & his poetry. He comes every few years to City Arts & Lectures and she and her friend go to see him Efurry Single Time!

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  13. I'm having a good day, thanks! :-)

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