~Walter de la Mare (1873-1956)
Low on his fours the Lion
Treads with the surly Bear;
But Men straight upward from the dust
Walk with their heads in air;
The free sweet winds of heaven,
The sunlight from on high
Beat on their clear bright cheeks and brows
As they go striding by;
The doors of all their houses
They arch so they may go,
Uplifted o’er the four-foot beasts,
Unstooping, to and fro.
Odd...
ReplyDeletedont know much about de la Mare; will read about him at Wikipedia.
Happy Friday!
I don't know anything at all about him, but I like a lot of his poetry.
ReplyDeleteI just read the Wikipedia article about him -- had some interesting things to say about the imagination. I'd like to read more.
ReplyDeleteYes, I read that about Imagination as well, and it was especially interesting in light of the recent book club book.
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