Arthur Symons

(28 February 1865 – 22 January 1945 / Milford Havens, Wales)

Amends To Nature - Poem by Arthur Symons

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.

Comments about Amends To Nature by Arthur Symons

  • (6/12/2017 10:10:00 PM)

    Beautiful flow, amazing rhyme. (Report) Reply

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  • Bernard F. Asuncion (1/10/2017 4:56:00 PM)

    Nice rhyme of a poem about nature+++++++++++++ (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams (1/10/2017 4:10:00 PM)

    The structure of this poem empowered it- -starting with an opposing thought was smart. (Report) Reply

  • Seamus O' Brian (1/10/2017 2:39:00 PM)

    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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  • Anil Kumar Panda (1/10/2017 8:14:00 AM)

    A wonderful poem on what is going on around us as we wake up to face the world. Liked it. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (1/10/2017 3:21:00 AM)

    tom allport
    beautifully written poem about the world around us. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (1/10/2017 12:57:00 AM)

    To nature
    A part of me. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Margaret O Driscoll (3/1/2016 3:31:00 PM)

    What a wonderful poem, glad I happened upon this! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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