photo of the day (drowning in a sea of flowers)


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

~ by photobella on 11 April, 2009.

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