a breezy day
this first of may
and on parade
in dress of white
upon the field
the waving daughters
of the wind
delightful
sight for natural man
and eager brides
they make to tempt
the green and gold
the armoured
beetle
close
Exquisite pure white flowers - they remind me of brides.
ReplyDeleteThe poem highlights the idea that the flowers, the 'brides', are attractive to man and insect alike. They are called anemone as you probably know because they open when the wind is blowing.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know any of that. Very nice pictures. Do they grow as wild flowers?
ReplyDeleteEarlier this week in a West Wicklow shower I was sheltering under a horse chestnut and thought of Hardy, looking at sun, rain, leaves, flowers -
ReplyDelete'This is the weather the cuckoo like, And so do I, And showers betumble the chestnut spikes...'
The clarity of your poem creates another powerful/simple/rich evocation of spring moving into summer that digs deep, deep down inside us. Looking through your blog I noticed your interest in Kraus - I have a translation of 'Last Days' underway that you can find at
http://thelastdaysofmankind.com/
and I am publishing the Epilogue: The Last Night, on Amazon myself -
Rachel, Yes these are wild flowers. I spotted them on one of my walks in the countryside recently.
ReplyDeleteMichael, thanks for your kind words and your interest. I will have have a look at the link. The Last Days is currently showing, just premiered actually, at the Volkstheater in Vienna. Naturally I plan to attend a future performance. Good luck with 'The Last Night'. We may be there sooner than we think.
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