As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song.
"I slept in the earth
In the silent night,
I murmured my fears
And I felt delight.
"In the morning I went
As rosy as morn,
To seek for new joy;
But oh! met with scorn."
The Wild Flower's Song
by William Blake
….
A perfect beauty of a sunflower! A perfect excellent
lovely sunflower existence! A sweet natural eye
to the new hip moon, woke up alive and excited
grasping in the sunset shadow sunrise golden
monthly breeze!
How many flies buzzed round you innocent of your
grime, while you cursed the heavens of the
railroad and your flower soul?
Sunflower Sutra
by Allen Ginsberg
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1.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Daffodils
by William Wordsworth
3.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought.
2.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn,
A flash of dew, a bee or two,
A breeze
A caper in the trees, -And I'm a rose!
A Rose.
by Emily Dickinson
The Garden
By Derek Jarman
I was always a passionate gardener –
Flowers sparkled in my childhood as they do in
a medieval manuscript. I remember daisies –
white and red – daisy chains on the lawn, …
…
There were enormous pumpkins, and mulberry
trees to feed the silkworms belonging to the little
lady in black who lived in the lodge. The flowers
in the beds along the rose pergola – lupins,
peonies and shirley poppies – bloomed under the
showers of petals from the pink roses. The heady
scent of privet and lime drifted into the walled
garden.
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