I have no pictures from it, but I went rafting today. Then I went to a little cafe called "Heaven on Earth." Also, no pictures. I'm running on fumes. I'm going to bed.
Unfortunately, the guilt of a 5 sentence blog post has kept me up. So here's some wise words.
Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.
To and fro they went
Thro' my garden bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.
Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
Stole the seed by night.
Sow'd it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
"Splendid is the flower!"
Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.
And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.
Thanks Lord Al for that one. Comment what you think it's about below, I'd love to hear from everybody.
Well...at first I thought it was about human potential and seeing the growth and beauty in all things, and then it just stopped fitting the context. So I stopped caring. Then you made it into a competition and I really wanted another one of those tacky Hawaiian key chains, so I re-read it and thought "Hmm...that could totally be about the Gospel."
ReplyDeleteIt could be God, speaking (in some really excellent prose) about how He gave the Earth truth, and carefully mapped out the way back home to Him. And the part where it wears a "crown of light" is during the Savior's dispensation. However, then inevitably the apostasy comes and "theives" sow the seed far and wide (even if they are partial truths), and thousands of people are converted to Christianity. And now, in the current dispensation, almost everyone has pieces of it, but most would "call it but a weed."
Then I realized that I kinda suck at dissecting the symbolism in poetry, and it's probably just about a very controversial flower...like dandelions. Or kudzu.
A contest? I'm in.
ReplyDeleteI believe the poem is mocking critics. Those who can't like something until someone else does and then when too many people like it they have to hate it. I believe Lord Tennyson was the original hipster hater.
Also, I believe poor Alfred suffered from depression and some poor reviews a little before this poem was written, so it is also probably a commentary on popularity, his in particular, that comes and goes at a moments notice.
I hope you bring me back a sea turtle. Or a dolphin. Either would be acceptable.
I liked it.
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