It's a forgotten pleasure in our rushed days, to leaf through a slim volume of verse, perhaps while sitting in a train or when resting by a tree in the city park.
Everyone should keep a book of poetry about their person.
Even to read four lines of Keats while waiting for a friend will enrich your day.
Here is Keats, for example, on the pleasures of red wine:
O for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool'd a long ago in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country-green,
Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!
What a phrasemaker he was!
Words well chosen can fill your heart with joy.
So reject the empty clatter of the penny dreadfuls and keep a book of poetry on your person at all times.
"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words."
~~ Robert Frost
I was out bushwalking in Cromer, Sydney in April 2010 and came across this heart carved out in a stone.....it made me smile.
I would like to take this opportunity to wish all my very special blogging buddies a very Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy Hanukkah! May all of your aspirations be realized. And please take care and stay safe.
Warmest heart hugs