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.

3 comments:

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.