Thursday, July 11, 2019

The Secret of a Weed's Plain Heart

"I grieve not that ripe Knowledge takes away
 The charm that Nature to my childhood wore,
 For, with that insight, cometh, day by day, 
A greater bliss than wonder was before;
The real doth not clip the poet's wings, —
To win the secret of a weed's plain heart 
Reveals some clew to spiritual things,
 And stumbling guess becomes firm-footed art:
 Flowers are not flowers unto the poet's eyes, 
Their beauty thrills him by an inward sense;
 He knows that outward seemings are but lies, 
Or, at the most, but earthly shadows, whence 
The soul that looks within for truth may guess 
       The presence of some wondrous heavenliness."      
                                                             ~James Russel Lowell
      
                                         



4 comments:

  1. Stunning, absolutely stunning!

    JanetLee

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    1. Yes I thought so too! :) That is Motherwort, which I've always considered a weed, but looking at the flowers us close reveals their great beauty!

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  2. A lovely poem and close-ups, too. Have a great weekend, Joanna!

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    1. Thank you Eliza. I hope you had a wonderful weekend too! :)

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