I’m going to be honest here….I’ve never been much of a fan of poetry. I’m not sure why. I mean, I’ll read it and perhaps even understand it sometimes, but unlike some others I’m not a fan of just picking up a book of poetry and enjoying it. Perhaps I just haven’t been exposed to very good poetry?

In honor of my first “Wordy Wednesday”, I’d like to present to you one of my favorite poems. While reading Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein in high school I remember reading two stanzas of a poem, and they must have really made an impact on me….because when I got home I looked it up, and discovered they were the last two stanzas of a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley, titled “Mutability.”

We are the clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly! —yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost forever:

Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.

We rest. —A dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise. —One wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond foe, or cast our cares away:

It is the same! —For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free:
Man’s yesterday may ne’er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.

–Percy Bysshe Shelly

Anyone else have a favorite poem they’d like to share?

(All this talk about poetry and literature makes me want to sit down and read more! Anyone have a copy of Frankenstein I can borrow? lol)