William Henry Davies

(3 July 1871 – 26 September 1940 / Monmouthshire / Wales)

Leisure - Poem by William Henry Davies

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Comments about Leisure by William Henry Davies

  • Tapan M. Saren (3/31/2017 5:29:00 AM)

    This is a very impressive poem. Here the poet describes the preciousness and importance of 'break' in our Life. (Report) Reply

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  • Sandeep Dongre (3/23/2017 11:52:00 PM)

    We are running after a material world and we naively think that by building temples and churches that our saviour lives there. In fact God is nature. And by being blind to nature we in away are blind to God himself.
    I love this poet for being so simple in narrating a thought in the most simple words.
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  • Robert Murray Smith (3/16/2017 5:26:00 AM)

    This poem shames those who have no time for nature. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (1/5/2017 9:22:00 AM)

    tom allport
    brilliant poem, and even more relevant to day? it is a pity beauty has to pay. (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (12/13/2016 12:15:00 AM)

    What is this life if, full of care,
    We have no time to stand and stare...these are the beginning lines those touch the heart deeply and all others lines are too fascinating. It is a great poem really, I like this poem very much.
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  • Robert Merrett (12/12/2016 11:46:00 PM)

    What a great poem identifying the disease of the modern age, that is a lack of presence and being caught or lost in thought outside of the present moment. (Report) Reply

  • Terry Craddock (12/12/2016 10:27:00 PM)

    leisure and quality time in nature 'to stand and stare' is an intriguing deeply fulfilling pastime if seriously quietly given time in silent stillnes to absorb so many thrilling mysteries in life. A beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

  • Is It Poetry (12/12/2016 7:34:00 AM)

    Progress overwhelms U.S. all..iip (Report) Reply

  • Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh (12/12/2016 7:19:00 AM)

    No time
    A nice poem about humans forced away from nature. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (12/12/2016 5:22:00 AM)

    Great poem. This reminds us of a life that has undergone changes for the worse over a period of time. We have no time left to enjoy small pleasures in our day to day life. I read it in my school and ever since it has stuck in my memory. Thank you PH for sharing the same. (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (12/12/2016 4:38:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem. It simply try to give impression that life without any interest in nature is worthless. Nice rhyme and a great flow. Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (12/12/2016 4:13:00 AM)

    What is this life? ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (12/12/2016 1:38:00 AM)

    Excellent poem! ! ! ! ! .......++++++++++++++ (Report) Reply

  • (3/20/2016 6:56:00 AM)

    I am so happy that I took the time, that day, over a decade ago to ask the question about this poem, that inhabited my mind and soul since youth, but which had faded through far too much self-indulgence over the years.
    I am so eternally grateful to Mr. Luis Gumucio of Santiago, Chile, for having given me the chance to rediscover this Wonder of the World, in every sense and to see tha a decade on so many of you are still manifesting your admiration for this extraordinary lesson in life.
    Thank you Willam Henry Davies.
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  • (2/14/2016 12:48:00 PM)

    Beautiful. .................poem (Report) Reply

  • (2/14/2016 12:47:00 PM)

    Beautiful. ...................poem (Report) Reply

  • Michael Ryland (12/28/2015 1:14:00 AM)

    A singular tragedy of adulthood is forgetting how to play. Children do not engage in play for a purpose. Children engage in play for it's own sake. As adults, our play takes on the character of work and toil. It is driven, competitive, in need of a goal. Davies tells us here to stand and stare. It has no other purpose but itself. It is a disconnecting, an unplugging, from the grown-up world. It is a return to simpler times when leaves and grass and the night sky still held wonder. It is an instruction of life. (Report) Reply

  • (11/17/2015 11:34:00 PM)

    I like this song i am very thankful for all poets ,thanks (Report) Reply

  • (3/8/2015 8:11:00 PM)

    SungTae is strong like a tong

    SungTae is vital like a turtle

    SungTae is stupid like a centipede

    SungTae is a cool like a fool

    I like SungTae
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  • (3/8/2015 8:10:00 PM)

    SungTae is strong like a tong

    SungTae is vital like a turtle

    SungTae is stupid like a centipede

    SungTae is a cool like a fool

    I like SungTae
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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