Monday, June 03, 2013

Flower in the Crannied Wall

Flower in the crannied wall,

I pluck you out of the crannies,

I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,

Little flower—but if I could understand

What you are, root and all, and all in all,

I should know what God and man is.

by Alfred Lord Tennyson 1863

A poem of marginal nature. However, I leave the plants in the crannies and try to comprehend them in place.

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