From a Farther Room

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with the perfume strong I love

with the perfume strong I love - click to enlarge

In the door-yard fronting an old farm-house, near the white-wash’d palings,
Stands the lilac bush, tall-growing, with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
With many a pointed blossom, rising, delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle……and from this bush in the door-yard,
With delicate-color’d blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig, with its flower, I break.

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d, Walt Whitman

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Posted by Michael Hartford | May 28, '06 | Color, Flowers, May Day, Medium Format, Minneapolis, Pinned & Wriggling, Sawyer Nomad, Spring |




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