04 August 2006

Flowers -- Well --


Flowers -- Well -- if anybody
Can the ecstasy define --
Half a transport -- half a trouble --
With which flowers humble men:
Anybody find the fountain
From which floods so contra flow --
I will give him all the Daisies
Which upon the hillside blow.

Too much pathos in their faces
For a simple breast like mine --
Butterflies from St. Domingo
Cruising round the purple line --
Have a system of aesthetics --
Far superior to mine.

--Emily Dickinson

3 comments:

Butterfly Kisses said...

beautiful picture

heather said...

beautiful words and photo.

mightybob said...

thanks! i wish i was a better poet.

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