Monday, July 2, 2012

The Seed Shop

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At Devappa's Nursery, Opp Mtr, Lalbaugh, Bangalore
On a beautiful breezy Bangalore day, we turned away from the main road....
And these words are meant for where I found myself...

The Seed Shop

Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry -
Meadows and gardens running through my hand.


In this brown husk a dale of hawthorn dreams;
A cedar in this narrow cell is thrust
That will drink deeply of a century's streams;
These lilies shall make summer on my dust.


Here in their safe and simple house of death,
Sealed in their shells, a million roses leap;
Here I can blow a garden with my breath,
And in my hand a forest lies asleep. 

- Muriel Stewart 



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