I’ve been exploring Librivox, and online catalogue of recorded public domain literature and poetry.
I started thinking about one my favorite poems, “The Arrow and the Song” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I first read the poem years ago when my grandmother gave my sister and I a book of his poetry. We treasured, and still fight over, this book. It was from the 20s or 30s, and was as beautiful to look at as it is to read.
I can’t ever seem to find a copy of this poem, but Librivox reminded me about Project Gutenberg, and I decided to see if it was there — and to my joy it was. I love Longellow, so I downloaded his complete collection (totally legal, it’s public domain).
There are other poems that I love and that move me, but this is the first I remember stopping me cold. The only poem that holds as strong a place in my heart as this one is “The Invitation” by Shel Silverstein. These two just find that place that rings like a singing bowl in my heart. It’s amazing.
With no further ado …
The Arrow and the Song
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
and ….
The Invitation
Shel Silverstein (Where the Sidewalk Ends)
if you are a dreamer, come in,
if you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
a hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer…
if you’re a pretender, come sit by my fire
for we have flax-golden tales to spin.
come in!
come in!
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