iPads. iPhones. iPods. Blackberrys. SM. “60/60/24/7.”
And Spring:
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 wait until 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.
William Henry Davies
from The Nation’s Favourite Poems*
(*The BBC had a contest to select Britain’s favorite poems. The cynics assumed that the riffraff would choose mindless jingles. Instead the winners were thoughtful and powerful, Mr. Davies’ verses among them.)
(The photo credit goes to me, he said immodestly. And Sony’s dinky little camera!!)