#62 strong silent greens serenely lingering

 

A sea of ivy in my friend’s backyard reminded me of this poem by e.e. cummings

 

 

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 serenely 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

 

From “Tulips and Chimneys”, 1923

 

 

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