I thought tonight
I would take you back in time
for a little garden stroll...
share a few Roses from the Summer Past...
"Remember midsummer:
the fragrance of box, of white roses
And of phlox.
And of phlox.
And upon a honeysuckle branch
Three snails hanging with infinite delicacy
-- Clinging like tendril, flake and thread,
Three snails hanging with infinite delicacy
-- Clinging like tendril, flake and thread,
as self-tormented and self-delighted
as any ballerina,
just as in the orchard,
Near the apple trees, in the over-grown grasses
Drunken wasps clung to over-ripe pears
Which had fallen: swollen and disfigured.
For now it is wholly autumn:
in the late Afternoon
as I walked toward the ridge where the hills begin,
There is a whir, a thrashing in the bush,
There is a whir, a thrashing in the bush,
and a startled pheasant, flying out and up,
Suddenly astonished me,
Suddenly astonished me,
breaking the waking dream."
Delmore Schwartz,
Delmore Schwartz,
Thanks For Stopping By....



















