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Leisure by William H Davies


 

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William Henry Davies was born in Newport, Monmouthshire, Wales. His father was, at the time a Publican. After an apprenticeship as a picture-frame maker and a series of labouring jobs, he travelled to America, first to New York and then to the Klondike.

He returned to England after an accident whilst jumping a train in Canada, where he lost a foot. Upon his return to Britain he led a poor, hard life living in London lodging houses and as a pedlar in the country. He married in 1923, Emma, who was much younger than he. His first poems were published when he was 34.

Most of his poetry is on the subject of nature or life on the road and exhibits a natural si


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• The Fog  I saw the fog grow thick, / Which soon made blind my ken;
• Winter's Beauty  Is it not fine to walk in spring, / When leaves are born, and hear bird
• When The Cuckoo Sings  In summer, when the Cuckoo sings, / And clouds like greater moons can s
• Return To Nature  My song is of that city which / Has men too poor and men too rich;
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... [continues]

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