A Tribute to the Flowers

Pluck not the wayside flower;It is the traveler’s dower.~William Allingham

I do not think I have ever seen anything more beautiful than the bluebell I have been looking at. I know the beauty of our Lord by it.- Gerald Manley Hopkins

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers. ~Claude Monet

Flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1844

You can’t be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet. ~Hal Borland, Sundial of the Seasons, 1964

Can we conceive what humanity would be if it did not know the flowers? ~Maurice Maeterlinck

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun!I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.~Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Afternoon on a Hill”

For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant! ~Edward Abbey

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream.- Ernest Dowson, 1867 - 1900

A flower’s fragrance declares to all the world that it is fertile, available, and desirable, its sex organs oozing with nectar. Its smell reminds us in vestigial ways of fertility, vigor, life-force, all the optimism, expectancy, and passionate bloom of youth. We inhale its ardent aroma and, no matter what our ages, we feel young and nubile in a world aflame with desire.- Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses, 1990, p. 13

A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring. ~The Collected Later Poems of William Carlos Williams

Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning. ~Lydia M. Child

Being perfect artists and ingenuous poets, the Chinese have piously preserved the love and holy cult of flowers; one of the very rare and most ancient traditions which has survived their decadence. And since flowers had to be distinguished from each other, they have attributed graceful analogies to them, dreamy images, pure and passionate names which perpetuate and harmonize in our minds the sensations of gentle charm and violent intoxication with which they inspire us. So it is that certain peonies, their favorite flower, are saluted by the Chinese, according to their form or color, by these delicious names, each an entire poem and an entire novel: The Young Girl Who Offers Her Breasts, or: The Water That Sleeps Beneath the Moon, or: The Sunlight in the Forest, or: The First Desire of the Reclining Virgin, or: My Gown Is No Longer All White Because in Tearing It the Son of Heaven Left a Little Rosy Stain; or, even better, this one: I Possessed My Lover in the Garden. ~Octave Mirbeau, Torture Garden, “The Garden,” Chapter 5

Photos taken by: Angie at The New York Botanical Garden on March 28, 2006


3 Responses to “A Tribute to the Flowers”

  1. 1 sonia

    Angie, you did a great job! love looking at the flowers here. You got the eye of a good photographer. keep it up!

  2. 2 Danilo

    Nice flowers, beautiful photos!

  3. 3 Angie

    Thanks son, trying hard kaayo mura kog true nga kodakir dili ra ba gyud.

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