Image by my friend #RachelBurch
Rude rags of nature
Grounds of rough fallows wi thistle & weed
Flats & low vallies of king cups & daiseys
Sweetest of subjects are ye for my reed
Ye commons left free in the rude rags of nature
Ye brown heaths be cloathed in furze as ye be
My wild eye in rapture adores e'ery feature
Yere as dear as this heart in my bosom to me
Flats & low vallies of king cups & daiseys
Sweetest of subjects are ye for my reed
Ye commons left free in the rude rags of nature
Ye brown heaths be cloathed in furze as ye be
My wild eye in rapture adores e'ery feature
Yere as dear as this heart in my bosom to me
#photography #poetry #environment
That map of boyhood overcast
After long abscence how the mind recalls
Pleasing associations of the past
Haunts of his youth—thorn hedges & old walls
& hollow trees that sheltered from the blast
& all that map of boyhood overcast
With glooms & wrongs & sorrows not his own
That oer his brow like the scathed lightening past
That turned his spring to winter & alone
Wrecked name & fame & all—to solitude unknown
#photography #poetry #environment
Tracing the lane path
O simple nature how I do delight
To pause upon thy trifles—foolish things
So some woud call em—on the summer night
Tracing the lane path where the dog rose hings
Wi dew drops seathd while chickering cricket sings
My eye cant help but glance upon its leaves
Where loves warm beauty steals her sweetest blush
When sweet the while the even silence heaves
Her pausing breath just trembling thro the bush
#photography #poetry #environment
Their very nakedness I love
I love thee nature in my inmost heart
Go where I will thy truth seems from above
Go where I will thy landscape forms a part
Of heaven—e'en these fens where wood nor grove
Are seen—their very nakedness I love
For one dwells nigh that secret hopes prefer
Above the race of women—like the dove
I mourn her abscence—fate that would deter
My hate for all things—strengthens love for her
#photography #poetry #environment
Image by my friend #CarryAkroyd
Sukey
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[Image: One of Lady Clementina Hawarden's lovely daughters, photographed around 1860]
Showy corn poppies
& the hare with the morning dew yet on her breast
Jumps away from his hustle & bustle & noise
Which he makes in the midst of his rapture & joys
Now singing & tearing up weeds of all sorts
Showy corn poppys shining like foxhunters coats
& bluecaps & cockleflowers no matter what
To make a gay garland to stick in his hat
& now he struts out what a gesture he wears
As proud of his colours as soldiers of theirs
#photography #poetry #environment
Poppies from my wildflower meadow
Leisure
I went in the fields with the leisure I got
The stranger might smile but I heeded him not
The hovel was ready to screen from a shower
& the book in my pocket was read in an hour
The bird came for shelter but soon flew away
The horse came to look & seemed happy to stay
He stood up in quiet & hung down his head
& seemed to be hearing the poem I read
#photography #poetry #environment
Image by my friend #CarryAkroyd
My illness was love
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Image by my friend #RachelBurch
Willows over a stream on Dartmoor
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