Wild Sunflower, Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne
Ah! Sunflower!
Ah! Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveler’s journey is done;
Where the youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my sunflower wishes to go!
— William Blake
I like this poem by William blake.
I’ve been “away” with National Poetry Month activities, but I’m now looking forward to catching up here over the next week. I sure appreciate your re-blogs this April! Wishing you and yours all the best.
I appreciate all the work you have done on Poetry Month. You obviously put in a lot of time.