Spring, first flowers, returning green, colorful birds active in the budding trees; this is the stuff of poetry.
Something about this time time of year always makes my gardener’s heart a little hopeful of the things to come and sends me scurrying for a volume of e.e. cummings. One of my favorite poets, cummings often wrote poetry besprinkled with the language of gardens and it is obvious that the poet had a soft spot for flowers and for Spring.
this is the garden:colours come and go,
- this is the garden:colours come and go,
- frail azures fluttering from night's outer wing
- strong silent greens silently lingering,
- absolute lights like baths of golden snow.
- This is the garden:pursed lips do blow
- upon cool flutes within wide glooms,and sing
- (of harps celestial to the quivering string)
- invisible faces hauntingly and slow.
- This is the garden. Time shall surely reap
- and on Death's blade lie many a flower curled,
- in other lands where other songs be sung;
- yet stand They here enraptured,as among
- the slow deep trees perpetual of sleep
- some silver-fingered fountain steals the world.
- e.e. cummings
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