A Poem About A Sunflower
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow:
Arise from their graves and aspire,
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.
A friend and follower of my blog shared this poem with me after my post about sunflowers. I am sharing it here for all of our enjoyment. Not, as an analysis of Blake’s use of a sunflower as a metaphor of the Afterlife. Unless someone is interested in commenting and participating in friendly discussion. Then by all means please share comments. I do find it an interesting piece of work. I also find it intriguing how most poems, writing, art theatre, etc parallel life, death, and afterlife, with many using sunflowers.
I suppose you’re not surprised that I’m currently painting sunflowers. They are everywhere I (we) look.
Like quiet centurions worshipping the sun, the sunflower leads gently, with grace and quiet strength. Forward into autumn, where for a brief moment mountains alight with a fiery haze and every tree blooms in jeweled splendor.Valerie Dowdy
(a foray into poetic thought?) 🤔
Until Next time, Peace.