Be Still, My Soul, Be Still

Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.
Think rather,-- call to thought, if now you grieve a little,
The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long.

by Alfred Edward Housman Click to read full poem

Comments about Be Still, My Soul, Be Still

Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 06 Jul 2014 02:50
Human feeling in such beautiful way here created into a poem and nice.
* Sunprincess * 17 Jun 2014 12:51
......if only we could have peace for everyone...then life would truly be a dream....
Victor Septer 17 Jun 2014 06:37
its a good flawless poem
Stephen Loomes 26 Sep 2013 03:06
Alfred Edward Housman, a scholar of great note, a man who felt so deeply, and on this page he wrote, of the surging tide of feeling, that hemmed him to the ground, ah, what a man was Housman, who lives on his renown.
Pranab K Chakraborty 17 Jun 2012 02:19
1] Let us endure an hour and see injustice done. 2] Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again? 3] Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong. Much perhaps to bag the coins for our journey. Nice put.
Michael Pruchnicki 17 Jun 2010 03:40
Some read with a grin and others with a grudge against all of the writers and poets down through the centuries of western literature and philosophy and yes, even science, by God! After the last century's display of horrors visited on innocents the world over by those who believed that 'the human condition gathers everyone regardless of race, gender, or creed (?) into its expansive bosom'! ! Seems to me that every tyrant who trod the stage in the 20th century expressed a creed that embraced all their victims in a last fatal embrace that left out Jesus or God but mentioned daily the secular creed we must live and die by! If I do not believe in the kind of secular humanism championed by some who post here, where is my right to say what I think and believe to be the essence of freedom?
Ramesh T A 17 Jun 2010 08:02
The poet believes perhaps patience pays rich dividend at the end! Let his hope help all!
Kevin Straw 17 Jun 2010 05:42
This is a horrible poem - its horror is in its foul premise that this earth is a foul place which we have to grin and bear before 'passing away into the arms of Jesus'. Why do these indubitably talented poets waste their substance on what is, after all, propaganda for a faith? If I do not believe that what Housman is saying is true, how can I have any interest in (apart from a technical one) in his poetry? The highest poetry describes the human condition, it gathers everyone, of whatever race, gender or creed into its bosom.
Manonton Dalan 17 Jun 2010 04:19
i read this poem with a grin on my face i keep still my heart when about to race there's no guarranty i would be please my acquired and nature decide it all oh! i wish to god i won't be acting fool
Michael Pruchnicki 17 Jun 2009 01:33
Just to clear up Straw's confusion about theology - 'Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong' means that 'high heaven and earth ail from from the prime foundation', that is, from the very beginning the troubles that break the human heart have always been and always will be with human kind. That is the very nature of existence. We are all flawed creatures in an imperfect world full of 'horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation', doomed to endure. This is NOT an adolescent whine as much as it is the comment of a Stoic philosopher (one should remain indifferent to the external world) - the speaker says life soon passes, because we live but for a season!
Kevin Straw 17 Jun 2009 05:50
A long, if poetic, adolescent (“everyone’s against me”) whinge which is not served by the risible “Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.” - unless of course AEH believed that he and his soul were “alive” to what was happening outside the womb. If he did, then he contradicts this notion by the idea that he and his soul “slept and saw not”. And I would like to know how theologically he reconciles “Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.” with “…high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation…”
Wendy Bureau 17 Jun 2008 12:10
Very well written with a voice unmistakable. Good imagery and flow, my first read here on PoemHunter, and very much enjoyed. Write on Poet!
Janri Gogeshvili 17 Jun 2008 11:05
Melancholy of an ornament for talented …
Jade Leven 17 Jun 2007 04:22
michelle is right goths love this stuff... however, i think this one also has a feeling of realization to it. it's not just despair. i like it.
Dimitris(Jimmy) Psachos 17 Jun 2007 05:41
Brings memories from a Poe poem, I think . Sad, profound and honest to his weary thoughts, it keeps an ancient aura to past glories and spectacles...or is it an uncertain future?
Michelle Garner 17 Jun 2007 04:54
Bet Goths will love this one, rather sad and dreary