Bees and trees
This captures what I feel when I see sage and valiant bees and the genius of trees.
‘The earth is...
Waist-high grass
This conjurs a sweeping landscape of a breeze pouring over an endless prairie of grass.
Source: Osip Mandelstam, Journey to...
The impatient shout of a thrush
A few years ago I noted Keats' delight in a thrush in his garden, and so found a kindred...
Like the lowing of a cow
Nature's hoarse summer voice? Â Wind shuffling leaves and crickets rubbing hands together? Â I like the metaphor, but nevertheless can't quite...
Spring-time welcome
My heart also expands at the spring-time welcome of where I live and where I visit. Here, the detail of...
A poet’s sister or a sister poet?
In Dorothy Wordsworth's journals, you sense the extent to which she supported her brother's writing. Some things she records become...
Sea-like sound
I like the description of a sound in the trees resembling the sea; land and water confounded.
'There...
Of bitterns and beaks
A moss stalk and seed likened to a bird and beak. Lovely.
'Over and under and past boulders of granite,...
New-grown green
At the precocious signal of spring, I see new-grown green peeping all about. And isn't that a sweet scene, sitting...
I shall teach the boy…
The Countess of Gormenghast ponders her personal curriculum for her newborn son, after despatching him to a régime of...
The lovable vigour of weeds
Yes, I know what he means. I'm becoming increasingly tolerant of weeds and have started protecting and even nurturing some....
Butterflies of all colours
Dorothy Wordsworth's eye for details, and her care in noting them, are a wonder, allowing her to converse with people...
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