Friday, July 23, 2010

Rose Pogonias

Stepping back (Aaah!) into summer with Robert Frost's "Rose Pogonias", a poem that, long before the environmental move, expresses the wistful wish that a little glade of flowers would be spared from cutting. The glade depicted in the poem was part of a hay field -- a place where grasses were grown to be cattle feed -- so my picture, taken in the city of Seattle, doesn't capture the literal truth of the poem. Oh, but this plot of flowers is also "jewel-small".