|Agapanthus - Blue Lily|
The Plain Sense of Things
(By Wallace Stevens)
After the leaves have fallen, we return
To a plain sense of things. It is as if
We had come to an end of the imagination,
Inanimate in an inert savoir.
It is difficult even to choose the adjective
For this blank cold, this sadness without cause.
The great structure has become a minor house.
No turban walks across the lessened floors.
The greenhouse never so badly needed paint.
The chimney is fifty years old and slants to one side.
A fantastic effort has failed, a repetition
In a repetitiousness of men and flies.
Yet the absence of the imagination had
Itself to be imagined. The great pond,
The plain sense of it, without reflections, leaves,
Mud, water like dirty glass, expressing silence
Of a sort, silence of a rat come out to see,
The great pond and its waste of the lilies, all this
Had to be imagined as an inevitable knowledge,
Required, as a necessity requires.
Today's flower is the agapanthus. I like that name, which comes from the Greek words for "pure love" and "flower". Isn't that nice. :-)
Here's a gorgeous white agapanthus:
|Agapanthus - White (Albus)|
And here's an informative vid on these lovelies:
And here's some pretty "Blue" music:
Fantastic flowers!!! Beautiful blue!!!
Here's Wallace Stevens' Wikipedia page.