"Song" by T. S. Eliot

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend June 25, 2017   Song   T. S. Eliot

If space and time, as sages say,     Are things which cannot be, The fly that lives a single day     Has lived as long as we. But let us live while yet we may,     While love and life are free, For time is time, and runs away,     Though sages disagree.   The flowers I sent thee when the dew     Was trembling on the vine, Were withered ere the wild bee flew     To suck the eglantine. But let us haste to pluck anew     Nor mourn to see them pine, And though the flowers of love be few     Yet let them be divine.            This poem is in the public domain. About This Poem   "Song" was published in The Harvard Advocate on June 3, 1907.   T. S. Eliot was born on September 26, 1888, in St. Louis, Missouri. His collections of poetry include Prufrock and Other Observations (The Egoist Press, Ltd., 1917) and The Waste Land (Boni and Liveright, 1922). Eliot received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948. He died in 1965.     Poetry by Eliot   Collected Poems, 1909–1962 (Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1991) "September 1, 1939" by W. H. Auden "The Wind Sleepers" by H. D. "Queen-Anne's-Lace" by William Carlos Williams Help Support Poem-a-Day   If you value Poem-a-Day, please consider a monthly donation or one-time gift to help make it possible. Poem-a-Day is the only digital series publishing new, previously unpublished work by today's poets each weekday morning. The free series, which also features a curated selection of classic poems on weekends, reaches 450,000+ readers daily. Thank you! Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038