Every spring the trees remind me of this poem; this year, today,
the young elm tree off my second-story porch.
"The Trees", by Philip Larkin (53 sec.)
(Above link to the poem on Jeanette Winterson's site. I agree with her: Larkin isn't my favorite poet either, but this poem is just right.)
Larkin reads "The Trees".
the young elm tree off my second-story porch.
"The Trees", by Philip Larkin (53 sec.)
(Above link to the poem on Jeanette Winterson's site. I agree with her: Larkin isn't my favorite poet either, but this poem is just right.)
Larkin reads "The Trees".
Nice!
ReplyDeleteMy verification word is hyperso--sort of the opposite of your calming reading... but fitting for my day.
afresh afresh afresh
ReplyDeleteNothing more substantial to
say than I
like this.
(....except that it reminds me of the opening of Solaris, with the kelp cords 'neath the water, and the tall green grass.)
That was really beautiful, Fresca. Loved the photography and the poem fit perfect.
ReplyDeleteThanks, all!
ReplyDeleteM'GET: I'd forgotten that wonderful waving seaweed, but maybe it was subconsciously influencing me...
I'm reading "Solaris" slowly-- and savoring it. It's good. Very like the movie so far--I think they go well together (not always the case).