Poetry: May 2006 Archives

Work without Hope

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

LINES COMPOSED 21ST FEBRUARY 1825


All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair--
The bees are stirring--birds are on the wing--
And WINTER slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring !
And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Yet well I ken the banks where Amaranths blow,

Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye Amaranths ! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not ! Glide, rich streams, away !
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll :
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul ?
WORK WITHOUT HOPE draws nectar in a sieve,
And HOPE without an object cannot live.

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Sandburg on Poetry

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"Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment." -- Carl Sandburg

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