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Ended up at work rather longer than I hoped today and then came home to news of a death (a lady at church who had breast cancer and we knew it was coming but I used to babysit for her children and she really wasn't very old...)
So yes. This evening rather lost all impetus after that I'm afraid so today's Advent Art is a short poem from one of my favourite poets- Edith Sodergran (I wonder how many of her poems I've shared with you over the years? Quite a few I think). Jill was very much a gardener so this one feels right today.
The Sorrowing Garden
Alas, that windows see
and walls remember,
that a garden can stand and sorrow
and a tree can turn round and ask:
Who has not come and what is not well,
why is the emptiness heavy and saying nothing?
The bitter carnations gather at the road,
there the spruce’s darkness becomes unknowable.
So yes. This evening rather lost all impetus after that I'm afraid so today's Advent Art is a short poem from one of my favourite poets- Edith Sodergran (I wonder how many of her poems I've shared with you over the years? Quite a few I think). Jill was very much a gardener so this one feels right today.
The Sorrowing Garden
Alas, that windows see
and walls remember,
that a garden can stand and sorrow
and a tree can turn round and ask:
Who has not come and what is not well,
why is the emptiness heavy and saying nothing?
The bitter carnations gather at the road,
there the spruce’s darkness becomes unknowable.