Unearthed Words

Unearthed Words
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All the words shared on The Daily Gardener podcast.



By The Daily Gardener | April 8, 2019

by William Watson April, April, Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then,  the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears! April, that mine ears Like a lover greetest, If I tell thee, sweetest, All my hopes and fears, April, April, Laugh thy golden laughter, But, the moment after, Weep thy golden tears!         Note: An…

Algernon Swinburne

A Forsaken Garden

By The Daily Gardener | April 5, 2019

by Algernon Swinburne In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland,  At the sea-down’s edge between windward and lee,  Walled round with rocks as an inland island,  The ghost of a garden fronts the sea.  A girdle of brushwood and thorn encloses  The steep square slope of the blossom-less bed  Where the weeds…

The Mayflower

The Mayflower

By The Daily Gardener | April 4, 2019

by John Greenleaf Whittier O sacred flowers of faith and hope, As sweetly now as then Ye bloom on many a birchen slope, In many a pine dark glen. Behind the seawall’s rugged length, Unchanged, your leaves unfold, Like love behind the manly strength Of the brave hearts of old. So live the fathers in…


The Wake Robin

By The Daily Gardener | April 3, 2019

by Rebecca Salsbury Palfrey Utter When leaves green and hardy  From sleep have just uncurled —  Spring is so tardy  In this part of the world —  There comes a white flower forth,  Opens its eyes,  Looks out upon the earth,  In drowsy surprise. A fair and pleasant vision  The nodding blossoms make;  And the…

A Pineapple and Butterfly

A Pineapple and Butterfly

By The Daily Gardener | April 2, 2019

by Maria Sibylla Merian This is a ripe Ananas (pineapple), which must be peeled to be eaten. This fruit tastes as though one had mixed grapes, apricots, red currants, apples, and pears and were able to taste all of them at once. Its smell is attractive and strong. The caterpillar, which sits on this pineapple,…

Sunlight in the Garden

Sunlight in the Garden

By The Daily Gardener | April 1, 2019

by Louis MacNeice The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold; When all is told We cannot beg for pardon. Our freedom as freelances Advances towards its end; The earth compels, upon it Sonnets and birds descend; And soon, my friend, We shall have…

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