I thought it would also be nice to share these poems with family and friends who aren’t frequent visitors to my desk, so I’m emailing this month’s selection to you. I hope you enjoy it and the ones to follow, but please don’t hesitate to let me know if you’d prefer not to be on this list.

Percy Bysshe Shelley
1792 – 1822

from Prometheus Unbound

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
To forgive wrongs darker than death or nights;
To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;
To love, and bear; to Hope till Hope creates
From its own wreck the thing it contemplates;
Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent;
This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be
Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;
This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.