Friday, November 30, 2012

Poetry Friday--"To the Terrestrial Globe"


To the Terrestrial Globe
by a Miserable Wretch

Roll on, thou ball, roll on!
Through pathless realms of Space
        Roll on!
What though I'm in a sorry case?
What though I cannot meet my bills?
What though I suffer toothache's ills?
What though I swallow countless pills?
    Never you mind!
        Roll on!

Roll on, thou ball, roll on!
Through seas of inky air
        Roll on!
It's true I've got no shirts to wear;
It's true my butcher's bill is due;
It's true my prospects all look blue--
But don't let that unsettle you!
    Never you mind!
        Roll on!

                                      [It rolls on.]

W. S. Gilbert a.k.a. the Miserable Wretch
There's something comforting about knowing the Earth will continue to "roll on" despite us, because sometimes it seems we're doing our damnedest to destroy her. I only hope that while continuing to roll, she'll also heal.

This week's Round-Up is taking place at The Poem Farm!

--Diane

Image showing the Arctic and high latitudes by Norman Kuring, courtesy NASA.

6 comments:

Andy said...

I love how we all find our own visions in poetry. You looked at this and saw a planet in trouble. I looked at it and said, "Ya! Me, too!" ;)

Loved this, Diane!

I'm Jet . . . said...

You always find such great poems, Diane! Thanks again for sharing . . .

Susan Taylor Brown said...

Roll on, indeed! Great poem I am saving to share again myself. Thank you.

Diane Mayr said...

I'm glad you like it!

Amy Ludwig VanDerwater said...

Oooh, I like it too. These kinds of poems, like walks in cemeteries, give me much-needed perspective. Thank you, Diane! a.

Diane Mayr said...

Amy, I'm with you on cemeteries! We have some great ones here in New England.