Merry Christmas everyone :) Guest poem sent in by Mallika
(Poem #301) The Noble Nature
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 fall and die that night -- It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
This puts into perspective some of the misplaced energy of our times; prolonging life - on what terms? To pull the plug eventually? The Hippocratic oath was to reduce suffering, not to play god. BJ was a contemporary of Shakespeare and Inigo Jones; he was Poet Laureate both unofficially and by appointment. More on BJ at: http://www.excite.com/entertainment/books_and_literature/authors/last_name_a_z/j/authors_jo/jonson_ben/ Mallika