We have no time to stand and stare?

It's National Poetry Day, dear reader.

In recognition of that fact, here is one of my favourites - Leisure by the Welsh poet W.H. Davies, read by the mellifluous Sir John Gielgud:

John Gielgud reads Leisure by W.H. (William Henry) Davies

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 and 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 at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

William Henry Davies (3rd July 1871 – 26th September 1940)

Dear Johnny...

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Here, Dear Johnny and Dear Larry have tea:





"The joke is that people think of me as an intellectual actor. Yet I have always trusted almost entirely to observation, emotion and instinct."

"Acting is half shame, half glory. Shame at exhibiting yourself, glory when you can forget yourself."

Sir Arthur John Gielgud, OM, CH (14th April 1904 – 21st May 2000)