(no subject)
Apr. 21st, 2009 08:23 amI thought I'd get the drop on the day and post poetry early! This is another classic that I post every year, because I love EA Robinson's poems and he was a very interesting person, too.
This is how my week has gone: In the time between typing the above and pasting the below, I had two phone calls and three people come by my desk Wanting Things. The burden of competence is an expectation of omniscience, you guys.
Dear Friends
by EA Robinson
Dear friends, reproach me not for what I do,
Nor counsel me, nor pity me; nor say
That I am wearing half my life away
For bubble-work that only fools pursue.
And if my bubbles be too small for you,
Blow bigger then your own: the games we play
To fill the frittered minutes of a day,
Good glasses are to read the spirit through.
And whose reads may get him some shrewd skill;
And some unprofitable scorn resign,
To praise the very thing that he deplores;
So, friends (dear friends), remember, if you will,
The shame I win for singing is all mine,
The gold I miss for dreaming is all yours.
This is how my week has gone: In the time between typing the above and pasting the below, I had two phone calls and three people come by my desk Wanting Things. The burden of competence is an expectation of omniscience, you guys.
Dear Friends
by EA Robinson
Dear friends, reproach me not for what I do,
Nor counsel me, nor pity me; nor say
That I am wearing half my life away
For bubble-work that only fools pursue.
And if my bubbles be too small for you,
Blow bigger then your own: the games we play
To fill the frittered minutes of a day,
Good glasses are to read the spirit through.
And whose reads may get him some shrewd skill;
And some unprofitable scorn resign,
To praise the very thing that he deplores;
So, friends (dear friends), remember, if you will,
The shame I win for singing is all mine,
The gold I miss for dreaming is all yours.