Friday, May 1, 2009

the poetry of plants and things...





Vanessa's lovely friend and incredibility talented photographer, Ngoc Ming Ngo sent me these inspiring photos this morning of Valerie Finnis, an english horticulturalist and photographer. Which in turn conjured up thoughts of Stanley Kunitz and his lovely book Wild Braid, from which this excerpt is from...

Touch Me

BY STANLEY J. KUNITZ

Summer is late, my heart.
Words plucked out of the air
some forty years ago
when I was wild with love
and torn almost in two
scatter like leaves this night
of whistling wind and rain.
It is my heart that’s late,
it is my song that’s flown.
Outdoors all afternoon
under a gunmetal sky
staking my garden down,
I kneeled to the crickets trilling
underfoot as if about
to burst from their crusty shells;
and like a child again
marveled to hear so clear
and brave a music pour
from such a small machine.
What makes the engine go?
Desire, desire, desire.
The longing for the dance
stirs in the buried life.
One season only,
                        and it’s done.
So let the battered old willow
thrash against the windowpanes
and the house timbers creak.
Darling, do you remember
the man you married? Touch me,
remind me who I am.

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