These Things Have I Loved

These Things Have I Loved

These have I loved:

Music and bands, loudly playing

Vocals mixed with instruments; and sweaty crowds swaying

Lyrics, the feelings from deep inside,

touches the hearts of many, all fans alike; saving lives

Musicians are heroes; not all have to wear capes

Some are screaming along with the bass

Girls wearing Converse, boys wearing vans;

All wearing T-shirts of their favourite bands

Laughter like little children; bright smiles and loud cheers;

The ones lost in the dark, found again

Observing people; the way he looks at her;

I wonder if she sees how much he cares?

After a merciless day, full of hard work

Coming home and napping on the marshmallow soft bed

Warm and comforting hugs; a release from the world;

Days of stress gone, feeling bright and light
These I have loved

These I have loved:
  White plates and cups, clean-gleaming,
Ringed with blue lines; and feathery, faery dust;
Wet roofs, beneath the lamp-light; the strong crust
Of friendly bread; and many-tasting food;
Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of wood;
And radiant raindrops couching in cool flowers;
And flowers themselves, that sway through sunny hours,
Dreaming of moths that drink them under the moon;
Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that soon
Smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss
Of blankets; grainy wood; live hair that is
Shining and free; blue-massing clouds; the keen
Unpassioned beauty of a great machine;
The benison of hot water; furs to touch;
The good smell of old clothes; and other such-- 
The comfortable smell of friendly fingers,
Hair's fragrance, and the musty reek that lingers
About dead leaves and last year's ferns. . . .