Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Foxgloves and a little Emily

Our foxgloves at the cottage are giving a beautiful show of nature's fashions this year. They are shining in their spotted cloaks suductively attracting any bumblebee that comes by. As you can see, it works very well. Perhaps this is best described by the words of Emily as she exclaims her feelings of the intoxication of nature's beauty in the following poem:

I taste a liquor never brewed,
From tankards scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol!

Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.

When landlords turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove's door,
When butterflies renounce their drams,
I shall but drink the more!

Till seraphs swing their snowy hats,
And saints to windows run,
To see the little tippler
Leaning against the sun!

~~ Emily Dickinson ~~


Nancy said...

The Foxgloves are gorgeous, and the bee looks so content. Nice poem Heidi.


diane said...

Thanks for the pic of the foxgloves, they are gorgeous and enticing, I can understand the bee... Loved the poem, she is one of my favorites. We have had bee problems in the US, whole colonies just disappearing, so every bee here is a precious commodity for fertilization. Maybe I should plant foxgloves?

Ragged Roses said...

Beautiful poem and photo Heidi! I love foxgloves, at the moment we have pink and apricot ones flowering in the garden, I love getting very close to them and admiring their speckles!
Kim x

Nan - said...

Beautiful picture, wonderful poem. They go together perfectly, Heidi.

~ Janice ~ said...

What a stunningly beautiful photo! And the poem that follows...I feel a little Beautiful words. I would love to try growing foxgloves again, because I love them. For some reason I have one dog that digs up every one I've ever planted, and I do not know why! That's the only plant he bothers. For now I shall enjoy yours.