Thank you for your patience while we retrieve your images.
Long Live the Weeds DSC_8142

Long Live the Weeds DSC_8142

Long Live the Weeds
My yard makes me think (as it has often, since ever I had one) of this poem. We dismiss so much.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89). Poems. 1918.
This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home.
A windpuff-bonnet of fáwn-fróth
Turns and twindles over the broth
Of a pool so pitchblack, féll-frówning,
It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.
Degged with dew, dappled with dew
Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through, Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.
What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.
26 June 2020
Texas Jim
Prospect, Nova Scotia
Subcategory Detail:
Keywords:background, ball, close-up, dandelion, flowers, hooray, puff, seeds, weeds, yellow