A. E. Housman: A Shropshire Lad

From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither; here am I.
Now – for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart –
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind’s twelve quarters
I take my endless way.
I want to say thank you to a lovely man in my life for sharing this poem with me; I am even more appreciative of the fact that he only remembered this poem because of me (I blush at that, lol).

The words certainly resonate with me, and while I don’t understand all the references, I did come away with a general feeling – that we’re here only a short time and we should enjoy it while we can.

No wonder my friend thought of me – I wholeheartedly agree with the sentiment.

Read more on the poem here: Housman.pdf

And here: Poets’ Corner – A.E. Housman

Read more on the poet here: A.E. Housman, 1859-1936

 

 

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