if you don't know her then you are missing out; here's her response to my last blog post (it was a bit longer than just this quote, you will find the whole thing in the comments section):
An extract from a poem by Edwin Markham, an American poet who died in 1940:
He drew a circle that shut me out.
Heretic, rebel -a thing to flout.
But love and I had the wit to win,
we drew a circle that took him in.
Very relevant and timely. And while I am at it, here is another extract from another one of his poems, A Man with a Hoe:
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans
Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground,
The emptiness of ages in his face,
And on his back the burden of the world.
Who made him dead to rapture and despair,
A thing that grieves not and that never hopes.
Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?
Who loosened and let down this brutal jaw?
Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow?
Whose breath blew out the light within this brain?
How well the skillful gard'ner drew
ReplyDeleteOf flowers and herbs this dial new ;
Where from above the milder sun
Does through a fragrant zodiac run ;
And, as it works, th' industrious bee
Computes its time as well as we.
How could such sweet and wholesome hours
Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers!
(From Andrew Marvell - The Garden)
Just gets better every time - a brilliant project!