It might be
she had dreamed up
that courtship
following
an inclination
over such
green and pleasant hills.
A handful
of tightly
hopeful buds;
much better
to pick them that way,
some warmth to
open them slowly
into daffodils-
among her
favorite flowers
to this day.
(Author’s note: The writing of this poem just happened the other night. I realize for many daffodils are out of season. No matter. The nature of reflection is being out of place and time. The picture of wild daffodils is from a journal I did back in the 1980’s while living in England: a year of Oxfordshire flora and fauna in paintings and verse…no doubt inspired by The Diary of an Edwardian Lady by Edith Holden which was very popular at the time.)
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I can picture the green hills and and yellow daffodils… I love the shape of daffodils when they are still buds…
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Thank you for visiting my blog and your lovely comment. I am so glad my poem evoked something pleasing for you!
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Oh I’m so glad you two have discovered each other – two of my very favourite writers right now!
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Laurel’s comment on her blog about yours providing her with some joy led me here. I see what she means. I love this picture too. Whereabouts in Oxfordshire were you? I’m from nearby.
Do you know the Edward Thomas poem ‘Adlestrop’? I was reminded of it by your reference to Oxfordshire.
I very much like this poem. Something that might have been, or could have been or should have been? Lovely.
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Thank you so much for visiting my blog and also for your kind and understanding comments. I lived in Wroxton Oxon, a small village about 3 miles from Banbury. I went there in the mid 1970’s (Oh! I’m giving away my age) for a semester at Wroxton College (Wroxton Abbey) and stayed for 16 years! Daffodils were very possibly the reason I stayed…
I knew of the poem “Adlerstrop” but hadn’t read it in many years. Thank you for sending me to it. I especially love the last two stanzas, reminding me of what was so difficult to leave behind I never really did:
And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.
And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.
And I am so glad your message has led me to your splendid writing…I have just begun to search through its treasures…you will see me there often…Blessings. Diane
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It was lovely to meet you today, Diane. The poem Adlestrop is just beautiful, isn’t it? No need to reply to this!
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I will reply, if only to say it has been lovely to meet you too!
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Oh how delightful! Your gorgeous picture reminds me of when, as a 7-year-old, I learnt the ‘The Daffodil Fairy’ poem from my Flower Fairy book to perform at a family Christmas play. It is one that I’ve never forgotten and repeat to myself many times each spring:
I’m everyone’s darling;
the blackbird and starling
Are shouting about me from
blossoming boughs’
For I, the Lent Lily,
the Daffy-down-dilly,
Have heard through
the country the call to arouse.
The orchards are ringing
with voices a-singing
The praise of my petticoat,
praise of my gown;
The children are playing, and hark!
They are saying
That Daffy-down-dilly is come up to town!
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Thank you again! One of my favorites too.: The Song of the Daffodil Fairy:
Wonderful work by Cicely Mary Barker that certainly has been an inspiration to me. I am flattered that my painting and poem reminded you of it.
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