Poem #17: To Lucasta On Going to the Wars

“Poets don’t draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.”~Jean Cocteau


Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind,
To war and arms I fly.

True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.

Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Loved I not Honour more.

Who talks about honor anymore? Rather an antiquated term, isn’t it?

“A man has honor if he holds himself to an ideal of conduct though it is inconvenient, unprofitable, or dangerous to do so.” ~Walter Lippmann

“The most tragic thing in the world is a man of genius who is not a man of honor.” ~George Bernard Shaw

“Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; Take honor from me, and my life is done.” ~William Shakespeare

“Honor is like an island, rugged and without shores; once we have left it, we can never return.” ~Nicholas Bolieu

Whom do you know or know of that you consider a man or woman of honor? Ask your children. What is honor? What do they consider to be honorable behavior?

I asked mine.

Z-baby said: “It’s like if you were in a situation where you could die and he could live, or he could die and you could live, he would give his life to save you.”

Betsy-Bee: Respected. You honor someone when he does something good.

Karate Kid: Honor is being respectful and doing what is right. Who do I think is honorable? My dad.

Today, by the way, is Poem In Your Pocket Day. Carry a poem in your pocket and share it with a hungry soul, if you dare.

One thought on “Poem #17: To Lucasta On Going to the Wars

  1. My preschool-aged daughter’s response to your question: “I don’t know about that. I have never learned about that.” Time to talk a little about honor, I guess. 🙂

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