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Leisure

Synopsis The poem “Leisure” by William Henry Davies is about life. Life can be hectic sometimes. However, we must make time top enjoy life. Slowing down to enjoy nature is a way to live life meaningfully. Leisure, or free time, is time spent away from business, work, and domestic chores. It is also the periods of time before or after necessary activities such as eating, sleeping and, where it is compulsory, education.Paraphrase of the poemThe poem ‘Leisure’ is divided into seven Stanza

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
The poet asks of how this life would mean if we have the time to take a rest and feel the beauty of life.

No time to stand beneath the bough
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
Working people nowadays have no time to rest and have some leisure time as they are too busy earning money for living.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
We have no time to experience the fresh air and the excitement of spending time in the jungle watching how the nature of the Earth works as we are too busy working in the town.

No time to see, in broad daylight.
Streams full of stars, like stars at night.
Since nowadays people work very hard in the daylight, they turn to be tired at night. As a result, they have no time to enjoy the beauty of the night seeing that they need to sleep for their body need to rest to start working early in the morning the next day.

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
We have no time to care about our mothers; how they take care of us and doing the house chores in order to raise us and to make us live in a happy and comfortable environment.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
We have no time to even take a look at our mothers to curve a smile again and the eyes that hide all the pain and suffer in raising us.

A poor life this is, if full of care,
We...
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