Monday, October 08, 2007
always with me
You've got to love a plant that you simply put in the corner, water occasionally, never feed, and every year you get something like this. A lot of the time it looks like it's thinking about turning up its toes, with leaves turning brown and shrivelling up and the little bulbs doing the same, but always, just in time for spring, it does this. Say hi to my orchid!
Now, I don't mean to be mistreating you by not putting up a lot of posts, but I've been into a little writing project of my own, which is still underway and has been soaking up a lot of time.
So, I'll post a little poem by E. E. Cummings that I've recently had cause to revisit. It's not my favourite, John Donne has written that one, but is nonetheless a lovely verse, brimming with deeper meaning.
i carry your heart with me.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
9 Comments:
Neil, beautiful white flowers! What a lovely gift from nature you have in your home...
So lovely, the flower and the poem both.
Oh Neil, that reminds me so much of my mom, who passed away in 2003 - both the orchid and the poem. My mom's birthday is in August and for a couple of years my dad gave her potted orchids as gifts. I don't think they were ever realyl expected to live much beyond the flowering period, but she'd put them on the dining room patio which was very well protected and shaded and... do nothing. The most she did was water them with water from the fridge because she read somewhere that orchids like that. And every year there would be this explosion of spikes and blooms with minimal effort, while her friends struggled to grow pampered orchids in their greenhouses. The orchids still flower every year at her birthday even though she is gone. But as e.e. cummings says, I carry her in my heart.
Beautiful flowers and poem! Love them.
Paz
There is always room in life for poetry. And orchids.
Thank you once again Neil for surprising and bringing joy.
Like Jeanne, the poem and the flowers put me in mind of my mother, gone a year now this month, bringing both a tear and a smile. Thank you for that ~ another lovely pairing! ;)
OK Neil. Whata ya tryin' to do mate? You are an excellent daddy, you cook, you can grow gorgeous orchids, you love wine and are very knowledgeable, have a poetic soul and write...hmmmm. Do you have a secret vice we don't know about? And do you walk on water? How's about giving a few tips to my sweety?! ;) I can send his email to you! :D
Excellent post dear! Excellent!
BZ
Hi anh, nature's bounty indeed!
Hi kalyn, the two seemed to go together well.
Hi jeanne, yes, me too, and though I didn't have the kind of relationship with my mum that you did, this poem sums up my feelings for her, especially the last stanza. I know she knows it too.
Hi paz, glad you enjoyed them!
Hi lydia, plenty of room I'd say.
Hi tanna, you're so welcome.
Hi gigi, as I said to jeanne, it was the same for me...and you.
Hi blue zebra, aww hell, I'm all blushing now! Don't fear though, I do have the full complement of flaws as well.
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