Welcome to Glad Errand, a poetry blog. The name comes from Longfellow’s poem, “The Poets.”
O ye dead poets who are living still
Immortal in your verse, though life be fled,
And ye, O living poets who are dead
Though ye are living, if neglect can kill,
Tell me if in the darkest hours of ill,
With drops of anguish falling fast and red
From the sharp crown of thorns upon your head
Ye were not glad your errand to fulfill?
Yes; for the gift and ministry of Song
Have something in them so divinely sweet,
It can assuage the bitterness of wrong;
Not in the clamour of the crowded street,
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng,
But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
I have been writing poems for many years and many have found their way into print. I’ve lately learned that since poems come out of the aether, it makes a great deal of sense to return them to that medium.
You may copy and share any of my poems that you find on this blog, but please leave a comment to tell me what you’ve done. And Heaven help you if you publish any of my poems under–or over–your own name. The goblins will get you.