Where there was merely an empty field before, I suddenly spotted a sturdy, stumpy, sappy growth, rather like an asparagus thrusting out of the scrub. I looked, intrigued. Then I saw amother, then another, and yet more and realised hundreds had sprung up, all overnight, the field of ferns was coming to life once more!
South of my feet it was spring,
and North of my forehead, flowering fern.
Excerpt from The Poet Talks to his Love on the Telephone,
the Sonnets of Dark Love by Federico Garcia Lorca
Translation Eva Loewe and Noel Cobb
3 comments:
I love it when ferns come up and then unfurl.
Its teh smell of ferns on a hot day..that and the adders hiding in them of course!
Lovely dear
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