Sunday, 10 March 2013

The brilliant heads of the crocus

The Crocus's Soliloquy

Down in my solitude under the snow,
Where nothing cheering can reach me;
Here, without light to see how to grow,
I'll trust to nature to teach me.

I will not despair, nor be idle, nor frown,
Lock'd in so gloomy a dwelling;
My leaves shall run up, and my roots shall run down,
While the bud in my bosom is swelling.

Soon as the frost will get out of my bed,
From this cold dungeon to free me,
I will peer up with my little bright head;
All will be joyful to see me.

Then from my heart will young petals diverge,
As rays of the sun from their focus;
I from the darkness of earth will emerge,
A happy and beautiful crocus.

Gaily array'd in my yellow and green,
When to their view I have risen,
Will they not wonder that one so serene
Came from so dismal a prison?

Many, perhaps, from so simple a flower
This little lesson may borrow -
Patient to-day, through its gloomiest hour,
We come out the brighter to-morrow.


(Hannah Flagg Gould http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-crocus-s-soliloquy/)

3 comments :

  1. Sentiments the same here with Crocus, their bright beautiful blooms bring cheer in late winter and early spring, much more so than snowdrops. The blooms look up to you, bright and big, no bending down needed to appreciate them :)

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  2. Love your crocuses, they are gorgeous. Mine were great but frozen into floppiness overnight. Thermal vests for crocuses campaign?

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    1. I think we all need thermal vests after the cold last night!

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