We Have Today

When I woke up today, this clip from Dead Poets Society was in my head:

The poem quoted is called To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time by Robert Herrick and goes like this:

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

Old Time is still a-flying;

And the same flower that smiles today

Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,

The higher he’s a getting,

The sooner will his race be run,

And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,

When youth and blood are warmer;

But being spent, the worse, and worst

Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,

And while ye may, go marry;

For having lost but once your prime,

You may forever tarry.

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May, by John William Waterhouse

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May, by John William Waterhouse

I’m not what you would call a lover of the arts and I certainly don’t know Whitman from Keats, but I understand what is being said so gracefully in this poem. Time is precious, seemingly unending and also fleeting. Carpe diem – seize the day. Today.

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  1. Karen

     /  March 20, 2014

    Always puts me in the mind of Ephesians 5:16 – as in, seizing the day=redeeming the time. Love this poem.


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