catching sunbeams
and hawking them
to those in need:
the only requirement being
a hungry heart
and an outstretched hand.
The Peddler ---
Lend me, a little while, the key
That locks your heavy heart, and I'll give you back--
Rarer than books and ribbons and beads bright to see,
This little Key of Dreams out of my pack.
The road, the road, beyond men's bolted doors,
There shall I walk and you go free of me,
For yours lies North across the moors,
And mine lies South. To what seas?
How if we stopped and let our solemn selves go by,
While my gay ghost caught and kissed yours, as ghosts don't do,
And by the wayside, this forgotten you and I
Sat, and were twenty-two?
Give me the key that locks your tired eyes,
And I will lend you this one from my pack,
Brighter than colored beads and painted books that make men wise:
Take it. No, give it back!
~ Charlotte Mew ~
4 comments:
I love environmental portraits, especially from somewhere so interesting and different to my own environment.
I love the poem and the sense of giving freely to anyone who asks.
You are a catcher of sunbeams and a hawker of good cheer.Love the way your words take one to the hidden soul of the pictures.
Thank you, Ann. India's such a treasure for the street photographer!
Melanie, yes, one feels an abundance in the soul these days.
Varsha :D thank you. We bring each other wellness in different senses, isn't it?
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