I've started pressing flowers as a summer project.
I've been reading some W.H. Auden, who I have neglected in my quest for poetry over the past school year. I've decided to love his poetry with a fierce loyalty. This poem from my reading this morning keeps catching my mind with its soft rhythm and thoughtful phrases. Plus it's a bit spring-y and therefor ties into the first paragraph of this post, as it discusses both children and beauty.
Lay your sleeping head, my love
Lay your sleeping head, my love
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral;
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie:
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful.
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