Tuesday, 7 June 2016

In rerum natura;

Nature, whose sweet rains fall of just and unjust alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undetected. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.

Oscar Wilde, "De Profundis"

Irish dramatist, novelist, & poet (1854 - 1900)

Photo Ts Titania-Everyday.


  1. Hi Titania, that's very gorgeous rose with rain drops. Beautiful colour. Thanks for sharing the poem.

    Have a wonderful week ahead,regards.

  2. Amelia, thank you for stopping by.