Post by hengest on Feb 1, 2022 21:01:50 GMT -5
In an effort to keep from derailing the thread that holds this post, I'm posting this here, where it will bother no one. Perhaps in time, I will use this thread to post more about flowers with game ideas.
What I wanted to say on the other thread, in response to the talk about knowing or not knowing flowers and plants (me, The Perilous Dreamer , and The Semi-Retired Gamer ), is that there was a 19th-century poet, John Clare, who was an agricultural laborer. He knew tons of birds, flowers, trees, everything that I don't know. And there's a poem or fragment about a flower whose name even he didn't know.
The first three stanzas:
You can read the rest here, starting on page 127.
A very beautiful idea, the familiar but nameless flower. The idea is further developed after what I have quoted, but that final stanza above is, to me, remarkable.
What I wanted to say on the other thread, in response to the talk about knowing or not knowing flowers and plants (me, The Perilous Dreamer , and The Semi-Retired Gamer ), is that there was a 19th-century poet, John Clare, who was an agricultural laborer. He knew tons of birds, flowers, trees, everything that I don't know. And there's a poem or fragment about a flower whose name even he didn't know.
The first three stanzas:
Thou little tiney namless thing
Ive seen thee scores of times
Come when the early lamb in spring
Up the old molehill climbs
Ive seen thee with that tiney flower
Of white look at the sky
With drops of the sunshiney shower
Swelled on thy starry eye
Ive wondered what could be thy name
All humble & unknown
& thought with spring thy lowly claim
Was something like my own
Ive seen thee scores of times
Come when the early lamb in spring
Up the old molehill climbs
Ive seen thee with that tiney flower
Of white look at the sky
With drops of the sunshiney shower
Swelled on thy starry eye
Ive wondered what could be thy name
All humble & unknown
& thought with spring thy lowly claim
Was something like my own
You can read the rest here, starting on page 127.
A very beautiful idea, the familiar but nameless flower. The idea is further developed after what I have quoted, but that final stanza above is, to me, remarkable.
