Saturday, December 08, 2018

Poem of the week: Sonnet – September 1922 by Ivor Gurney



He is divinely unique;
He does not get annoyed  or upset
if he is infuriated or hurt beyond limit;
because he is a thinking person
taking everything in the right spirit.
Water and fun, sunrise and sunset
don’t clamor ill will or rancour

we may not be a toad, or sly cat,
need not be a ferocious lion, neither
tardy nor haste in our midst,
but practice the pristine calm
of control and  cool unless pushed
to  the extreme. Be a butterfly in the
 twisting world, spinning around;

we keep spinning around the earth,
as it spins round day  and night,
our anger and  ill will have their
moments of success  and  defeats.




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