I enjoyed my time last month with C.P. Cavafy, I’m going to do the same and use a poet of the month this month. I love finding “new” and obscure poets that I have never heard of before, but I enjoy their work. This month is Robert Herrick.
Almost forgotten in the eighteenth century, and in the nineteenth century alternately applauded for his poetry’s lyricism and condemned for its “obscenities,” Robert Herrick is, in the latter half of the twentieth century, finally becoming recognized as one of the most accomplished nondramatic poets of his age.
Robert Herrick (baptized 24 August 1591 – buried 15 October 1674) was a 17th-century English lyric poet and cleric. He is best known for Hesperides, a book of poems. This includes the carpe diem poem “To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time”, with the first line “Gather ye rosebuds while ye may”. More info on this man can be found at https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/robert-herrick.
Anyway here’s today’s poem, enjoy.
“I never loved another person the way I loved myself”. – Mae West
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
By: Robert Herrick
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this 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.