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A poem inspired by John Singer Sargent’s work Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose.

Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose 1885–6, Tate


 On John Sargent’s Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose

 Look, Polly, look

how our lanterns blush –

the skipping half-light, such

almost like moons

but not quite –

and all around us

drowsy lilies with long anthers,

grass brushing against our knees.

The perfumed air,

the garden’s ours,

and the queen bees rule.

Dolly I’ve done mine now,

I’m pleased

even if the wind blows.

Here roses don’t stop growing

and lilies last forever.

Let’s hurry up

it’s almost time.

Oh the Barnhard girls,

light on their slender arms,

their rustling cotton sleeves,

that summer they never

grow out of.

So much to fill,

so little time before the sun goes.

If only you’d let me finish my song.

Would you let me finish my song?

Carnation, lily, lily, rose,

hands lily white, lips

plump and juicy red.

Time on their napes

and soft elbows

but none for me.

Where is my Cotswolds of yesterday?-See the original posting HERE

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One of our favorite English gardens, here in the magical Cotswolds, which we have very much enjoyed visiting over the last few years, where in the soundlessness and beauty of nature we have found joy, peace, tranquility and comfort.

Batsford Arboretum & Garden Centre

Autumn at Batsford, Photos by Anne Mofid