Thursday, 12 June 2014

Two poems for a beautiful day in June

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Elderflower and berries
William Wordsworth (1770-1850) by many considered to be one of the greatest poets ever, felt nature was sacred and needed protecting, like people.

All creatures and all objects,in degree
Are friends and patrons of humanity.
There are to whom the garden, grove and field
Perpetual lessons of forbearance yield;
Who would not lightly violate the grace
The lowliest flower possesses in its place,
Nor shorten the sweet life, too fugitive,
Which nothing less than Infinite Power could give.

I really like this verse by Jean Ingelow which reminds me of going on picnics in the countryside with a boyfriend when I was a teenager.

A cloudless sky; a world of heather,
Purple of foxglove; yellow of broom;
We two among it, wading together;
Shaking out honey,treading perfume.
Crowds of bees are giddy with clover,
Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet,
Crowds of larks at their matins hang over
Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.
A bed of clover

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