Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Flower in the Crannied Wall

Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)

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.

1 comment:

dan said...

from Immortal Poems of the English Language (Oscar Williams)