Friday, June 17, 2011

Flower in my driveway


Flower in the crannied wall
Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies;—
Hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower—but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.

— Alfred, Lord Tennyson  (1809–1892)

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