Poem Hunter
(06.08 1983 r. / Gdynia)


Let me but do my work from day to day,
In field or forest, at the desk or loom,
In roaring market-place or tranquil room;
Let me but find it in my heart to say,
When vagrant wishes beckon me astray,
"This is my work; my blessing, not my doom;
"Of all who live, I am the one by whom
"This work can best be done in the right way."

Then shall I see it not too great, nor small,
To suit my spirit and to prove my powers;
Then shall I cheerful greet the labouring hours,
And cheerful turn, when the long shadows fall
At eventide, to play and love and rest,
Because I know for me my work is best.

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Comments (3)

question mark on the lips and you are going into dark tunnel of the gloomy ill nature reality is your only base of your poetry..thats why its interesting and heart feeling... the composition of words and verses is perfectly handled and the thoughtful idea has expressed very sweetly..well done 10/10
Though once in that tunnel only the end is an escape.
The poetess Dagmata has penned the futility of what I call my running in circles...the anxiety of defeat of the mind heading in multiple directions, yet stalled as she so eloquently put it 'time stayed in place' the aura of impending doom yet the human condition forges ahead