Through the years, the more I read the poem, the more beautiful it sounds and means. Here it is.. by Ben Johnson (1572-1637)
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three-hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald and sere.
A lily of a day,
Is fairer far in May,
Although it droop and die that night,
It was the plant and flow'r of light.
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures, life may perfect be.
I studied it in my SSC class in 1959 , and till date, it is my most favorite poem.
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Memorable one even today. Had read in IX std. That gives us way forward.
ReplyDeleteI studied it in 1971 and remember to this day only these two lines:
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Is fairer far in May
By changing the word order Ben Johnson has created wonderful rhyme that is so enduring. Honestly I was not at all comfortable with English those days!
I learned this poem from my grandmother and I still it is one of my favourite poems.
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