French Leave

No servile little fear shall daunt my will
This morning. I have courage steeled to say
I will be lazy, conqueringly still,
I will not lose the hours in toil this day.

The roaring world without, careless of souls,
Shall leave me to my placid dream of rest,
My four walls shield me from its shouting ghouls,
And all its hates have fled my quiet breast.

And I will loll here resting, wide awake,
Dead to the world of work, the world of love,
I laze contented just for dreaming's sake
With not the slightest urge to think or move.

How tired unto death, how tired I was!
Now for a day I put my burdens by,
And like a child amidst the meadow grass
Under the southern sun, I languid lie

And feel the bed about me kindly deep,
My strength ooze gently from my hollow bones,
My worried brain drift aimlessly to sleep,
Like softening to a song of tuneful tones.

by Claude McKay

Comments (15)

Your poem brought a smile to my face with purity of it...Best regards, Kathleen
Nature has wondrous beauty and it has been here a while But it can't beat or compete with the sensation of - A natural smile! ! *10*! ! A splendid read Hemakumar! Best wishes, Friend Thad
Every line made me smile at the thought of them. Smiles something you can give away and are most often returned to you. A real feel good poem Linda
That was beautiful. I was able to picture everything. Very well written.
beautifully painted right down to the last line...great work
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