"People from a planet without flowers
would think we must be mad with joy the whole time
to have such things about us."
~Iris Murdoch, A Fairly Honourable Defeat

Sunday, April 5, 2009

Palm Sunday and Poppies

THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed.
Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell:
the soil is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods
with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
~ Gerard Manley Hopkins ~

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
~Robert Frost~

(please click on photos for close up view)

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5 comments:

Barbee' said...

Amazing poems and photos; thank you!

Karen Deborah said...

your such an artist! beautiful as usual!

Marjorie (Molly) Smith said...

Beautiful...

Madeline's Album said...

What great photos and poems. The foothills abound with California golden poppies. How well I remember. As usual you did a beautiful job. Thank you for sharing. Have a good day. Madeline

Roslyn Atwood said...

The photos are beautiful. The poetry too.