Garden poetry

[suzjbibby]

I came across this the other day and thought you might all enjoy it

Week in the life of a Gardener's Spouse

She dug the plot on Monday, the soil was rich and fine
But she forgot to put the dinner on, so out we went to dine.
She planted roses Tuesday, she says they are a must.
They really were quite lovely, but she forgot to dust.
On Wednesday it was daisies they opened with the sun,
All pinks and whites and yellows, but the laundry wasn't done.
The poppies came on Thursday all bright and cherry red,
I guess she really was engrossed, she never made the bed.
It was violets here on Friday in colours she adores,
It never bothered her at all, the dirt upon our floors.
Saturday I hired a maid, I'd not admit defeat,
She can garden all she wants now and the house will still be neat
It's nearly lunchtime Sunday I cannot find the maid,
Oh I don't believe it. She's out there alongside my wife with her own spade!

 

[maddie]

OH lol! some days are like that.. this gardening is very addictive and you really don't know how time passes by.. some days I have to rush with dinner just before my husband comes home.. Now I do not go to the garden until I get my other work done.

 

[headfullofbees]

A gardening chap, Doug the Miner.
Felt his garden should really look finer,
But when Doug got the bug,
Doug dug and he dug.
Not stopping until he reached China.

 

[Jed]

OH lol! some days are like that.. this gardening is very addictive and you really don't know how time passes by.. some days I have to rush with dinner just before my husband comes home.. Now I do not go to the garden until I get my other work done.

My wife similarly is so addicted to her gardening she can forget the time of day. I have no problem with it as gardening is one of the better therapies we can have for a happier life.

Not quite a gardening poem but those who have an active pond in their garden, here's a famous Basho Haiku I learnt years ago.


old pond . . .
a frog leaps in
water's sound

 

[maddie]

Bushes and trees
swaying in colors bright
Spring has arrived.

Here is my little Haiku .. on a spring Garden

 

[claudine]

I rarely read poetry which wasn't written in my first language - because I believe that poetry can't be translated...but there are some foreign poems that I love. I'm a big fan of William Wordsworth, here is one of his poems:

Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

 

[Jed]

I saw this Lakes District and the daffodils on TV and reference to Wordsworth.
So I just had to post a pic.

 

[claudine]

Oh, it's a beautiful picture. It must be the most wonderful to be surrounded with so many daffodils
Here is another poem on daffodils, this time by lovely Emily Dickinson:
"I dared not meet the daffodils,
For fear their yellow gown
Would pierce me with a fashion
So foreign to my own".

 

[Jed]

Oh, it's a beautiful picture. It must be the most wonderful to be surrounded with so many daffodils
Here is another poem on daffodils, this time by lovely Emily Dickinson:
"I dared not meet the daffodils,
For fear their yellow gown
Would pierce me with a fashion
So foreign to my own".

That's quite a sad poem showing her personality considering daffodils are such a joyous flower which most of us love to see in the winter/spring period.
Emily Dickinson was a recluse in later years and dressed only in white so I gather yellow was a little too gay for her, thus her poem.

 

[claudine]

I had no idea she dressed only in white...it's very romantic. I don't know too much about her yet - just a few facts and a few of her poems. Unfortunately there are no good Polish translations of her poetry She often worte about gardens, didn't she?

Here is another of her poems:

Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower?
But I could never sell.
If you would like to borrow
Until the daffodil

Unties her yellow bonnet
Beneath the village door,
Until the bees, from clover rows
Their hock and sherry draw,

Why, I will lend until just then,
But not an hour more!

 

[Jameela280]

Garden poetry, Oh flowers and plants u look nice today, what’s that you don’t want rain to stay away. Its keeps you hydrated and let u grow to see more days and help vegetables and fruits grow. Flowers O flowers whats that u say make rain stay not go away

 

[firelily99]

Thanks so much to all that showed the courage to share their poetry! I'm not a poetry writer but do enjoy reading it, especially when its about gardening.

 

[LouisFerdinand]

Beloved, thou has brought me many flowers by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers

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