Amends To Nature

I have loved colours, and not flowers;
Their motion, not the swallows wings;
And wasted more than half my hours
Without the comradeship of things.

How is it, now, that I can see,
With love and wonder and delight,
The children of the hedge and tree,
The little lords of day and night?

How is it that I see the roads,
No longer with usurping eyes,
A twilight meeting-place for toads,
A mid-day mart for butterflies?

I feel, in every midge that hums,
Life, fugitive and infinite,
And suddenly the world becomes
A part of me and I of it.

by Arthur Symons

Comments (9)

Fantastic poem
Beautiful flow, amazing rhyme.
Nice rhyme of a poem about nature+++++++++++++
The structure of this poem empowered it- -starting with an opposing thought was smart.
How is it now that I can see? To move from a life of hustling through each hour of life, oblivious to the miracle of nature around us, to a life in which that which surrounds us enriches each moment of living. Truly, this is an art to be practiced. Beautiful poem.
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