Thursday, 16 July 2015

A Little Poetry



One of my favourites; humour me this pretty Thursday morning in July.

                   Thursday


            I have had my dream- like others
            and it has come to nothing, so that
            I remain now carelessly                                                                                                     with feet planted on the ground 

            and look up at the sky-

            feeling my clothes about me,
            the weight of my body in my shoes,
            the rim of my hat, air passing in and out
            at my nose- and decide to
            dream no more.



                        William Carlos Williams