Yet Stand They Here Enraptured

This is the Garden

this is the garden: colours come and go,
frail azures fluttering from night’s outer wing
strong silent greens serenely lingering,
absolute lights like baths of golden snow.
This is the garden: pursed lips do blow
upon cool flutes within wide glooms, and sing
(of harps celestial to the quivering string)
invisible faces hauntingly and slow.

This is the garden. Time shall surely reap
and on Death’s blade lie many a flower curled,
in other lands where other songs be sung;
yet stand They here enraptured, as among
the slow deep trees perpetual of sleep
some silver-fingered fountain steals the world.

–e.e. cummings

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4 Comments on “Yet Stand They Here Enraptured”

  1. elsie Says:

    What a wonderful garden! Did the red and purple insulators come in those colors or did someone paint them?

    Now I’m sorry I didn’t save more of my insulator collection when I moved; this would’ve been a wonderful thing to put in my yard.

  2. Kathryn Says:

    Sometimes colors don’t come through well on the screen. Those insulators are brown, and yes, they came that way. This is a photo of my parents’ garden in Syracuse, NY. I have a green thumb, but not quite as lavish a one. 🙂

  3. elsie Says:

    Cool! I have no green thumb at all, so a garden of insulators is perfect for me. 🙂

  4. Dida Says:

    I can’t wait for warm weather to make my flowers grow!