Flowers and Poetry. Deaths of Flowers.

I have a book called "THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS Poems."

I decided I would take photos of the different flowers that there are poems for

and share the poems with the flowers. 

I thought this poem was interesting it's called 

"Death of Flowers." 

I would if I could choose

Age and die outwards as a tulip does;

Not as this iris drawing in, in-coiling

Its complex strange taut inflorescence, willing

Itself a bud again- though all achieved is

No more than a clenched sadness,

The tears of gum not flowing,

I would choose the tulip's reckless way of going;

Whose petals answer light, altering by fractions

From closed to wide, from one through many perfections,

Till wrecked,Flamboyant, strayed beyond recall,

Like flakes of fire they piecemeal fall.

E.J. Schovell (1907-99)

I took my daughter walking in the gardens last week and promised I was 

only going to take a few photos of the flowers.  I told her I was after dead tulips for 

my blog.  Well as usual I took way more than a few photos.  But I enjoyed 

looking at the garden and trying to get photos to go with a poem that I read.

I will be enjoying this new idea. 

What do you think of the poem?

G.G.