Sunday, December 06, 2009
Exquisite Pregnant Idleness
Apart, thank Heaven, from all to do
To keep alive the long day through;
To imagine; think; watch; listen to;
There still remains - the heart to bless,
Exquisite pregnant Idleness.
Why, we might let all else go by
To seek its Essence till we die . . .
Hark, now! that Owl, a-snoring in his tree,
Till it grow dark enough for him to see.
Hat tip: Stephen Pentz
- How Can I Work?
- Dolce Far Niente
- Indefeasible Indolence
- Weekdays of Unfreedom
- The Dreary Vacuum of Idleness
- Idleness and Business
- Darling Laziness
- Archilochus on the Idle Life
- More on Idleness
- Futile Work
- Otium Cum Dignitate