Poetry Not Prozac

Oct 6 2012 @ 3:36pm

Thursday was National Poetry Day in the UK. To celebrate, William Sieghart conducted a "poetry pharmacy" with readers of The Guardian's Books Blog, offering poems meant to connect with the travails they brought to him. Here's one exchange:

I'm writing the dissertation for my Masters (on Foucault) while working a full-time job and it's driving me mad. Please prescribe me a poem to soothe me.

Dr Sieghart's remedy:

You need to pause. And breathe…deeply.
Try Leisure by William Henry Davies

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughts
And stare as long as sheep or cows.