Wednesday, 23 April 2014


Sunsets don't last long; stop and stare while you can

Wild roses have very delicate petals
The moment there is a windy, rainy day we are reminded of how quickly all the lovely blossom can disappear, how fragile all the beautiful petals are. These two verses one by Shelley and one by William Blake tell us that joy comes and goes and we must just enjoy the moment while we can without trying to trap it and pin it down.This can seem to be applied not only to spring but youth , sunsets , nature.

Therefore, oh spirit! Fearlessly bear on;
Though storms may break the primrose on its stalk,
Though frosts may blight the freshness of its bloom,
Yet spring's awakening breath will woo the earth.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

He who bends to himself a joy
Doth the winged life destroy:
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity's sunrise.

William Blake

A friend of mine has a husband called Shelley because his mum loved Shelley 's poetry, he was always grateful that he didn't get called Bysshe too .
A watercolour of pretty flowers gives lasting pleasure

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