Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies;
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.
Tennyson
Mar 25, 2007
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3 comments:
This is the first poem that anyone ever read to me. This blog is great too.
You write very well.
ha! I know some day I will be as good as Tennyson! I did not write this mignon, know this. Peace.
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