In honour of National Poetry Month, here’s a verse we writers can all identify with, written by Robert W Service (1874-1958).
Words
If on isle of the sea
I have to tarry,
with one book, let it be
a Dictionary.
For though I love life’s scene,
it seems absurd,
my greatest joy has been
the printed word.
Though painter with delight
may colours blend,
they are but in his sight
means to an end.
Yet while I harmonize
or pattern them,
a precious word I prize
like to a gem.
A fiddler lures fine tone
from gut and wood;
a sculptor from stark stone
shapes godlihood.
But let me just caress,
like silver birds,
for their own loveliness—
bewitching words.
According to Wiki, “Robert William Service was a British-Canadian poet and writer who has often been called “the Bard of the Yukon”. His first book of poems was titled Songs of a Sourdough.”
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I actually think I have heard of this post – but not sure – either way – enjoyed the selection and like that sourdough title
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Robert W Service was quite famous in his age, being a prolific poet and also a novel writer.
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