Readying for a celebration...tomorrow..
Thursday, 5 July 2012
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
W.Shakespeare; Romeo and Juliet Act 2 Scene 2
A garden generally represents its creator; it should be alluring with a romantic blend;
Unabashed and a little extreme,with a sense of adventure; Titania
.....pick, girl, the roses...
© Titania Photo from my Garden.
Wednesday, 4 July 2012
Tuesday, 3 July 2012
Sweet Calendula of gentle virtue,
Delightful colour of exuberance,
Rich and helpful in every way
Filled with bounty and held very dear.
Calendulas never die to cause pain
They reseed, for comfort, delight, compose
Their roots again.
© Titania; Photo; Text.
Monday, 2 July 2012
Perfumed Delight from my garden;
Thou art the soul of a summer's day,
Thou art the breath of the rose.
But the summer is fled
And the rose is dead
Where are they gone, who knows, who knows?
Thou art the blood of my heart o' hearts,
Thou art my soul's repose,
But my heart grows numb
And my soul is dumb
Where art thou, love, who knows, who knows?
Thou art the hope of my after years--
Sun for my winter snows
But the years go by
'Neath a clouded sky.
Where shall we meet, who knows, Who knows?
Many poems of Paul have a tinge of nostalgia, sadness , but still uplifting kind thoughts. He died young, at 33 Years of Tuberculosis. He had not an easy life, as the white society was so blatantly racist. He had quite a struggle to be recognized . Now his poetry is up there with the best, loved and honoured.