Photo from my garden
Pink Hydrangea
by Rainer Maria Rilke
( translation: Walter Arndt )
by Rainer Maria Rilke
( translation: Walter Arndt )
Who thought such pink could be? Who knew it there
Accumulating in each blushing cluster?
Like gilded things which by and by unluster
They gently grow unred as if from wear.
That one should give such rosiness out free!
Does it stay theirs still, smiling where it went?
Are angels there to take it tenderly like a scent?
Or, it may be, they only let it go
That it might never learn of overblowing.
Beneath this pink there lurked a greenness, though,
Which listened and now fades away, all knowing.
Another flower I love! Mom had two large Hydrngeas in front of our house when I was growing up. When Mom and Dad sold the house we dug them up they took part to their new house, my brother and I each took part.
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely photo, the pink is perfect!
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