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Friday 5 March 2010

March 1st (Cambridge, 1964)


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Today there is new crocus white
and yellow yellow
aconite and a strange small
saffron flower held
back by ragged
flags of weed
the weed a carryover a dream
of August
all soft stooping
to the rain saturated

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Crocus cartwrightianus 'Albus': photo by Meneerke bloem, 2008
Winter aconite (Eranthus hyernalis): photo by 3268zauber, 2009


Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...


You've made yourself flower here!

And if I may say so, there is enough left over to flower me.

And I bet another.

TC said...

Thank you Bob. With you in mind, here is another in the same vein.

human being said...

so healing... like their homeopathic usages...

. said...

I love how this reads out loud - like a statement of memory.

TC said...


Yes, I would certainly agree.

Flowers and poems, I think, have healing uses for the spirit.


There is indeed memory here, in the private sense of my remembering back to writing the poem, on a specific chilly early spring day in 1964, while walking in the gardens of St. John's College, Cambridge.