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Love in a Mist
by Algernon Charles Swinburne Light love in a mist, by the midsummer moon misguided, Scarce seen in the twilight garden if gloom insist, Seems vainly to seek for a star whose gleam has derided Light love in a mist. All day in the sun, when the breezes do all they list. His soft blue raiment…
The Marigold
by John Cleveland The marigold, whose courtier’s face Echoes the sun, and doth unlace Her at his rise, at his full stop Packs and shuts up her gaudy shop. As featured onThe Daily Gardener podcast: Words inspired by the garden are the sweetest, most beautiful words of all. John Cleveland Related posts: Flowers Reflect the…
Physoplexis comosa
by Geoffry B. Charlesworth We like people not just because they are good, kind, and pretty but for some indefinable spark, usually called “chemistry,” that draws us to them and begs not to be analyzed too closely. Just so with plants. In that case, my favorite has to be Physoplexis comosa. This is not merely…
Midsummer Night Itch
by Niels Mogens Bodecker Mosquito is out, it’s the end of the day; she’s humming and hunting her evening away. Who knows why such hunger arrives on such wings at sundown? I guess it’s the nature of things. As featured onThe Daily Gardener podcast: Words inspired by the garden are the sweetest, most beautiful words…
The Poetry of Earth is never Dead
by John Keats The Poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the Grasshopper’s — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With…
The Butterfly’s Ball, and the Grasshopper’s Feast
by Robert Michael Ballantyne Come take up your Hats, and away let us haste To the Butterfly’s Ball and the Grasshopper’s Feast. The Trumpeter, Gad-fly, has summoned the Crew, And the Revels are now only waiting for you. And there came the Beetle, so blind and so black, Who carried the Emmet, his Friend, on…
All Nature Has a Feeling
By John Clare All nature has a feeling: woods, fields, brooks Are life eternal; and in silence they Speak happiness beyond the reach of books; There’s nothing mortal in them; their decay Is the green life of change; to pass away And come again in blooms revivified. Its birth was heaven, eternal is its stay,…
July
By John Clare Loud is the summer’s busy song The smallest breeze can find a tongue, While insects of each tiny size Grow teasing with their melodies, Till noon burns with its blistering breath Around, and day lies still as death. Today is the birthday of the English poet John Clare who was…
Fern
by Ted Hughes Here is the fern’s frond, unfurling a gesture, Like a conductor whose music will now be pause And the one note of silence To which the whole earth dances gravely – A dancer, leftover, among crumbs and remains Of God’s drunken supper, Dancing to start things up again. And they do start…
Lindenbloom
by Amy Clampitt Before midsummer density opaques with shade the checker- tables underneath, in daylight unleafing lindens burn green-gold a day or two, no more, with intimations of an essence I saw once, in what had been the pleasure- garden of the popes at Avignon, dishevel into half (or possibly three- quarters of) a million…
Linden
By William Cullen Bryant The Linden, in the fervors of July, Hums with a louder concert. When the wind Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime, As when some master-hand exulting sweeps The keys of some great organ, ye give forth The music of the woodland depths, a hymn Of gladness and of thanks.…
Summer
By Mary Oliver Leaving the house, I went out to see The frog, for example, in her satiny skin; and her eggs like a slippery veil; and her eyes with their golden rims; and the pond with its risen lilies; and its warmed shores dotted with pink flowers; and the long, windless afternoons; and the…
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