Bloom by Emily Dickinson
Bloom is Result to
meet a Flower
And casually glance
Would cause one scarcely to suspect
The minor Circumstance
Assisting in the Bright Affair
So intricately done
Then offered as a Butterfly
To the Meridian
To pack the Bud oppose the Worm
Obtain its right of Dew
Adjust the Heat elude the Wind
Escape the prowling Bee
Great Nature not to disappoint
Awaiting Her that Day
To be a Flower, is profound
Responsibility
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The Glory of the Garden
By: Rudyard Kipling
Our England is a garden that is full of stately views,
Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues,
With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by;
But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye.
For where the old thick laurels grow, along the thin red
wall,
You will find the tool- and potting-sheds which are the
heart of all ;
The cold-frames and the hot-houses, the dungpits and the
tanks:
The rollers, carts and drain-pipes, with the barrows and the
planks.
And there you’ll see the gardeners, the men and ‘prentice
boys
Told off to do as they are bid and do it without noise;
For, except when seeds are
planted and we shout to scare the birds,
The Glory of the Garden it abideth not in words.
And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose,
And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows;
But they can roll and trim the lawns and sift the sand and
loam,
For the Glory of the Garden occupieth all who come.
Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made
By singing:–“Oh, how beautiful!” and sitting in the shade,
While better men than we go out and start their working
lives
At grubbing weeds from gravel-paths with broken
dinner-knives
There’s not a pair of legs so thin, there’s not a head so
thick,
There’s not a hand so weak and white, nor yet a heart so
sick.
But it can find some needful job that’s crying to be done,
For the Glory of the Garden glorifieth every one.
Then seek your job with thankfulness and work till further
orders,
If it’s only netting strawberries or killing slugs on
borders;
And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to
harden,
You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden.
Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees
That half a proper gardener’s work is done upon his knees,
So when your work is finished, you can wash your hand and
pray
For the Glory of the Garden, that it may not pass away!
And the Glory of the Garden it
shall never pass away!
Fireflies in the Garden By Robert Frost
Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can’t
sustain the part.
One Vast Garden By: Sri Ananandamayi Ma
“I find one vast garden spread out all over the universe.
All plants, all human beings, all higher mind bodies
are about in this garden in various ways,
each has his own uniqueness and beauty.
Their presence and variety give me great delight.
Every one of you adds with his special feature to the glory
of the garden.”