Friday, February 29, 2008

spring flowers and poetry

Overnight my campus exploded in blossoms! I saw these pink blossoms right outside of one of my classes and they made me think of an Emily Dickinson poem, #1255.

Longing is like the seed
That wrestles in the Ground
Believing if it intercede
It shall at length be found.

The Hour, and the Clime-
Each Circumstance unknown,
What Constancy must be achieved
Before it see the Sun!


XOXO said...

thanks for removing me from your list of cool sites

nicolle said...

you don't blog anymore, do you still want it up there?

Anonymous said...

Like the meaning of a poem or a painting, or the petals of a water-lily bud