The first poem I loved was ‘Leisure’ by W.H. Davies. I like it so much I have it framed on my (rather boring) bedroom wall (see above). It was the poem read out to us frequently at school assemblies by Major Hagard the Headmaster. This was at Woodingdean Primary School, where I attended between ages 5 to 11.
There was just something about the poem I loved, the idea that you must take care not to rush through life in case you miss all the little things going on. I must say that I was always one for daydreaming, so standing and staring really appealed to me! I still stop and read the words most days, and then breathe, look out of my bedroom window at the fields and carry on with my day.
W. H. Davies
WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.