and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
This poem was first introduced to me many years ago by an art teacher. A crazy, bearded, high-school pottery teacher. He, I think, was frustrated with our class, which was full of rowdy juniors and seniors (mind you I was a junior and far from rowdy, just in case you thought otherwise). Out of the blue he started quoting this at a rapid pace. The class became quiet and listened. After his lecture I asked him what it was. He told me and gave me a copy which I have to this day. Once in awhile I read it. Now you my friends can read it also (if you haven't already that is). I think of this teacher quite often but only when I use watercolors. My watercolor bowl was a bowl he gave me in exchange for one of my prints. So, sometimes when I'm painting I think of Desiderata and highschool...
2 comments:
Thank you Katie. It is a very good poem. I have heard it before but it is one that should be read many times.
Yes, these beautiful words suit you well.
Oh the memories of ceramics. I think it's where I learned the best life lessons.
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