Poetry Meme

By way of Jerie, Seema and probably more people I’ve forgotten: When you see this, post a bit of poetry in your own journal.

My favorite poem is an obscure bit of traditional Portuguese verse which I can’t find online, don’t have my hard copy of, and have never been able to properly translate, anyway. If you know the poem that starts “Onde vais, formosa e bela, aqui neste deserto?” please leave me a comment.

So instead here’s a fragment of “Fare Well” by Walter de la Mare:

Look thy last on all things lovely,
Every hour. Let no night
Seal thy sense in deathly slumber
   Till to delight
Thou have paid thy utmost blessing;
Since that all things thou wouldst praise
Beauty took from those who loved them
   In other days.

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