the music of a writer

11.04.2014

Posting a poem that I haven't written myself isn't the most creative option when it comes to thinking of post material: especially when it's written by a famous poet like Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. It'll most likely put all of my writing to shame, but it's just so, so true and I simply couldn't resist posting it...

...because every writer can relate.


As the birds come in the Spring,
  We know not from where;
As the stars come at evening
  From depths of the air; 

As the rain comes from the cloud,
  And the brook from the ground;
As suddenly, low or loud,
  Out of silence a sound; 

As the grape comes to the vine,
  The fruit to the tree;
As the wind comes to the pine,
  And the tide to the sea; 

As come the white sails of ships
  O'er the ocean's verge;
As comes the smile to the lips,
  The foam to the surge; 

So come to the Poet his songs,
  All hitherward blown
From the misty realm, that belongs
  To the vast Unknown. 

His, and not his, are the lays
  He sings; and their fame
Is his, and not his; and the praise
  And the pride of a name. 

For voices pursue him by day,
  And haunt him by night,
And he listens, and needs must obey,
  When the Angel says: "Write!" 

"The Poet and his Songs," by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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The last stanza is definitely my favorite; it's just so true, and it reflects my personality so well.
What's your favorite? xx

3 comments :

  1. I love this poem too! It is beautifully written and I love the language and themes. Great selection!

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  2. You're 100% right- the last stanza is so true! Love this so, so, SO much! I totally think posting others' work is fine sometimes, especially when you're in a slump but have to post... as long as you give credit!
    ~ Sanjana
    www.peridotcove.blogspot.com

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