Thursday, April 19, 2007

More Housman

When green buds hang in the elm like dust

And sprinkle the lime like rain,

Forth I wander, forth I must,

And drink of life again.

Forth I must by hedgerow bowers

To look at leaves uncurled,

And stand in the field where cuckoo flowers

Are lying about the world.


Tall Girl said...

You have mastered the close-ups beautifully. I can't work it out at all!

Avus said...

Thank you for this Lucy - as another Housman fan I found this a very sensitive melding of his verse with your photography.

herhimnbryn said...

A glorious entwining.