Flowers in the Crannied Wall


Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower—but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.

Alfred Tennyson

At some point soon-ish, these flowers will be gone, so I thought I should take some shots (in our front yard) before they disappear. Every time I look at them, the above poem goes through my mind- one of the very few poems I still remember from high school.  I like to think it was the deep meaning that drew me to this poem, but I think I might have just liked the word, crannied.

3 responses

  1. This is absolutely lovely and the perfect depiction of “crannied.” At least you remembered this poem, whatever the reason. 🙂

    October 7, 2013 at 6:57 am

  2. t smith knowles

    beautiful composition…

    October 7, 2013 at 10:55 am

  3. What a beautiful image. Love the backlighting and I indeed love that poem. I can understand why you’d remember it.

    October 7, 2013 at 3:50 pm

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