My Mind

When I was a little girl, I used to dream a lot. My mind would escape me sometimes. It was a coping mechanism. It was like home, to escape that way. In middle school, I discovered poetry. I fell in love. I think that is the earliest memory I have of taking a serious interest in anything related to literature. There is a favorite poem of mine, all-time favorite. I had to memorize it for my 8th grade English class. Not only that, I had to really perform it for full credit. My English Teacher, Mrs. Hightower (I’ll never forget her) was also the Theatre Arts teacher. I remember having my parents take me to an old book store (now Half Price Books) and I was fascinated to find an old tattered poetry book. I was into all things British at the time and the English prose beckoned me. I think I flipped right to it if my mind serves me correctly. As soon as I read the title, I fell in love. I read it and I couldn’t believe it. I could have authored such thoughts.

My Mind to Me a Kingdom Is
Sir Edward Dyer (d. 1607)

My mind to me a kingdom is;
Such present joys therein I find,
That it excels all other bliss
That earth affords or grows by kind:
Though much I want that most would have,
Yet still my mind forbids to crave.

No princely pomp, no wealthy store,
No force to win the victory,
No wily wit to salve a sore,
No shape to feed a loving eye;
To none of these I yield as thrall;
For why? my mind doth serve for all.

I see how plenty surfeits oft,
And hasty climbers soon do fall;
I see that those which are aloft
Mishap doth threaten most of all:
They get with toil, they keep with fear:
Such cares my mind could never bear.

Content I live, this is my stay;
I seek no more than may suffice;
I press to bear no haughty sway;
Look, what I lack my mind supplies.
Lo, thus I triumph like a king,
Content with that my mind doth bring.

Some have too much, yet still do crave;
I little have, and seek no more.
They are but poor, though much they have,
And I am rich with little store;
They poor, I rich; they beg, I give;
They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.

I laugh not at another’s loss,
I grudge not at another’s gain;
No worldly waves my mind can toss;
My state at one doth still remain:
I fear no foe, I fawn no friend;
I loathe not life, nor dread my end.

Some weigh their pleasure by their lust,
Their wisdom by their rage of will;
Their treasure is their only trust,
A cloakèd craft their store of skill;
But all the pleasure that I find
Is to maintain a quiet mind.

My wealth is health and perfect ease,
My conscience clear my chief defence;
I neither seek by bribes to please,
Nor by deceit to breed offence:
Thus do I live; thus will I die;
Would all did so as well as I!

English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
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