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Monday, 29 June 2009

Flower in the Crannied Wall.



Flower in the crannied wall,

I pluck you out of the crannies,

I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,

Little flower -- but if I could understand

What you are, root and all, and all in all,

I should know what God and man is.


By Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)

1 comment:

HappyMouffetard said...

I always feel so uncultured when I read thepoems that people put up on their blogs. But then, reading it for the first time, which such an apt photo, I get a proper understanding of the poem. Thank you for educationg me!