As I mentioned yesterday over on my eponymous blog, I have just acquired a copy of Kensington Gardens by Humbert Wolfe.
I bought it largely because it had a poem in it about the Hawthorn, my favourite tree, but it does also have quite a number of others about trees and flowers and also this which I like a lot:
Lupin.
Said the old deaf gardener
"I'm wore out with stoopin'
over them impident
sword-blue lupin
Look at 'em standing,
as cool as kings,
and me sopped to the middle
with bedding the things."
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Wednesday, 3 December 2008
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The poem is good but fades into insignificance compared to the title of this post : pure genius.
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