Poem of the Week has been sadly neglected of late, but allow me to reassure you: things will now be resuming as they were! Routine will soon be returning to my life with the start of my college classes. “The Ryme of the Ancient Mariner” will be postponed, however.
This week’s highlighted poem is “To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything”, written by English poet Robert Herrick (1591-1674).
There is a story behind the choosing of this poem. This afternoon I decided to wander into “Yesterday’s”: a used bookstore downtown Mt. Airy, my small town. I came across a beautiful, worn book of British poetry and prose.
(The book is complete with notes in the margins and a couple papers from 1940… What more could I have asked for?!)
I bought it, and as I was wandering through its pages, I stumbled upon index, made up of titles, authors, and first lines of poetry. One particular “first line” jumped out and gripped my heartstrings… The rest of the poem was far from disappointment for me. It was not a poem to be kept to oneself. I hope it grips your heart as it did mine.
To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything