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The Happy Child
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William Henry Davies


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I saw this day sweet flowers grow thick --
But not one like the child did pick.

I heard the packhounds in green park --
But no dog like the child heard bark.

I heard this day bird after bird --
But not one like the child has heard.

A hundred butterflies saw I --
But not one like the child saw fly.

I saw the horses roll in grass --
But no horse like the child saw pass.

My world this day has lovely been --
But not like what the child has seen.

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William Henry Davies (1871-1940) was a Welsh poet who started out as a rounder but ended up a respected poet. Raised by grandparents after his father died and his mother remarried, William was inclined toward a life of adventure; he traveled by boat to North America repeatedly before losing a leg in attempting to jump a train. He eventually returned to England, wrote a book about his wandering years, paid and starved his way into becoming a published poet and, eventually, gained equal standing with such contemporaries as Yeats and Ezra Pound.

 

 

 


Post New Comment:
twinkscat:
Loved this poem!! I totally agree with it. Thanks for sharing.
Posted 08/27/2013 02:49 PM
bfaybooks:
Gosh, I want to say to him, "Hey William! Lighten up! There's still time! Go with the kid!"
Posted 08/27/2013 12:21 PM
KevinArnold:
Through repetition, he insists on the reader seeing the fecund world through child's eyes.
Posted 08/27/2013 08:17 AM


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