Wonder and Joy by Robinson JeffersThe things that one grows tired of—O, be sureThey are only foolish artificial things!Can a bird ever tire of having wings?And I, so long as life and sense endure,(Or brief be they!) shall nevermore inureMy heart to the recurrence of the springs,Of gray dawns, the gracious evenings,The infinite wheeling stars. A wonder pureMust ever well within me to beholdVenus decline; or great Orion, whose beltIs studded with three nails of burning gold,Ascend the winter heaven. Who never feltThis wondering joy may yet be good or great:But envy him not: he is not fortunate.-----Prosodia is a daily podcast dedicated to historical notes and poems, hosted by Karim El Azhari. Welcome!All show notes are heavily recycled from old The Writer’s Almanac archives. May that podcast rest in peace (it was Karim’s favorite).All poems are public domain or submitted by the author for use on the show.Intro and outro music by Chillhop Records. They are amazing!And remember, tell beauty you think so.