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The speaker's core philosophy in "A Greeting" and "A May Morning" is a profound appreciation for the simple joys of life and the natural world, coupled with a rejection of material wealth and worldly anxieties. The poems celebrate the present moment and the beauty found in everyday experiences.
In "A Greeting," this perspective is evident in lines like "Good morning, Life—and all Things glad and beautiful" [1]. The speaker finds wealth not in possessions but in friendship with the sun: "My pockets nothing hold, / But he that owns the gold, / The Sun, is my great friend— / His spending has no end" [1]. Similarly, "A May Morning" emphasizes happiness and the absence of worry: "No thoughts for sadness, / All thoughts for gladness" [2]. The natural world is depicted as a source of delight, with clear skies, bright sun, singing birds, and meadows of flowers [2]. The speaker rejects religious dogma and its associated sadness, stating, "I see no Christ / Nailed on a tree, / Dying for sin; / No sin I see" [2]. The passages do not directly explain the speaker's perspective on poetry itself or how to explain it to someone who finds it confusing.
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For works with similar titles, see A Greeting . ← Strong Moments Foliage ( 1913 ) by William Henry Davies A Greeting Sweet Stay-at-Home → London: E. Mathews, page 11 221162 Foliage — A Greeting A GREETING Good morning, Life—and all Things glad and beautiful. My pockets nothing hold, But he that owns the gold, The Sun, is my great friend— His spending has no end. Hail to the morning sky, Which bright clouds measure high; Hail to you birds whose throats Would number leaves by notes; Hail to you shady bowers, And you green fields of flowers. Hail to you women fair, That make a show so rare In…
For works with similar titles, see A May Morning . ← The Starved Foliage by William Henry Davies A May Morning The Lonely Dreamer → London: E. Mathews, page 15 221168 Foliage — A May Morning A MAY MORNING The sky is clear, The sun is bright; The cows are red, The sheep are white; Trees in the meadows Make happy shadows. Birds in the hedge Are perched and sing; Swallows and larks Are on the wing: Two merry cuckoos Are making echoes. Bird and the beast Have the dew yet; My road shines dry, Theirs bright and wet: Death gives no warning, On this May morning. I see no Christ Nailed on a tree,…
that have made them sick. That town was rich and old; man's flesh was cheap, But common earth was dear to buy one foot. If I must be fenced in, then let my fence Be some green hedgerow; under its green sprays, That shake suspended, let me walk in joy— As I do now, in these dear months I love. LONDON: PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED.
← Hidden Love Foliage by William Henry Davies Life is Jolly The Fog → London: E. Mathews, page 41 263431 Foliage — Life is Jolly LIFE IS JOLLY This life is jolly, O! I envy no man's lot; My eyes can much admire, And still my heart crave not; There's no true joy in gold, It breeds desire for more; Whatever wealth man has, Desire can keep him poor. This life is jolly, O! Power has his fawning slaves, But if he rests his mind, Those wretches turn bold knaves. Fame's field is full of flowers, It dazzles as we pass, But men who walk that field Starve for the common grass. This life is jolly, O!…
an hold. We'll count no change when we spend gold; This is no time to save, but spend, To give for nothing, not to lend. Let foes make friends: let them forget The mischief-making dead that fret The living with complaint like this— "He wronged us once, hate him and his." Christmas has come; let every man Eat, drink, be merry all he can. Ale's my best mark, but if port wine Or whisky's yours—let it be mine; No matter what lies in the bowls, We'll make it rich with our own souls. Farewell to study, books and pen, And welcome to all kinds of men.
More questions about this book
- "A May Morning" explicitly contrasts its joy with traditional religious concepts of sin and sadness. How does this particular stanza ("I see no Christ... No thoughts for gladness.") deepen or complicate the seemingly simple celebration of nature presented in "A Greeting," and what might Davies be subtly advocating for through this contrast?
- Considering the publication details (W.H. Davies, 1913) and the themes presented, how might these poems have been received by contemporary readers of the early 20th century, and what unique perspective or challenge might they have offered to the literary landscape of that time?
- Davies's poetic style in these excerpts is characterized by direct observations and simple language. If you were teaching a new writer how to achieve a similar sense of immediate, unadorned appreciation for life and nature, what specific stylistic choices from these poems would you advise them to emulate, and why?
- Imagine you are explaining to a friend why "Foliage" is an appropriate title for this collection of "various poems." What metaphorical connections can you draw between the literal meaning of foliage and the overarching themes, tones, or specific images found in "A Greeting" and "A May Morning"?