They say the scent of roses can be found in a word... - GBMD September

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they show me words

they say

the scent of roses can be found in a word

but all I find is paper paper and more paper neither

fragrance

nor color

and I know that a spray of sparks

when workers are welding streetcar rails

while we stand around two ten-year-old boys and I

that spray of sparks

means light much more

than the word light

and when my friend paralyzed in a wheelchair

bites off a piece of bread I hand to him

the way he bends his head

the movement of his jaws

have more life in them

than the word life

Poem by Halina Poswiatowska, Polish poet (1935-1967)

Garden Bloggers' Muse Day is hosted kindly by Carolyn Gail at Sweet Home and garden Chicago.

Muse Day

Sculpture at Botanic Garden in Powsin/Poland

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What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.

Gertrude Jekyll, On Gardening

This post is part of Garden Bloggers' Muse Day hosted by Carolyn at Sweet Home and Garden Chicago

Garden Bloggers' Muse Day - May

As Carolyn at Sweet Home and Garden Chicago started, 1st of the month is the day to get little more artsy than usually. My thoughts were busy with water lately - no wonder why, right? We made last week big clearing and rearrangement pond-job.
So my quotation is about water as well :)

Water is H20, hydrogen two parts, oxygen one, but there is also a third thing that makes water and nobody knows what that is.

D. H. Lawrence

Garden Bloggers' Muse Day - April

Keep your faith in all beautiful things; in the sun when it is hidden, in the Spring when it is gone. Roy R. Gilson

GBMD is the tradition started by Carolyn at Sweet Home and Garden Chicago.

I dedicate it to friends in US and Canada, whos garden's are still under snow. The picture above is the summer picture. Summer also will come one day, I will just be few months older at that time :)

Cat in an empty apartment

This is again time for Musing... the tradition started by Carolyn at Sweet Home & Garden Chicago

Cat in an empty apartment

Dying--you wouldn't do that to a cat.
For what is a cat to do
in an empty apartment?
Climb up the walls?
Brush up against the furniture?
Nothing here seems changed,
and yet something has changed.
Nothing has been moved,
and yet there's more room.
And in the evenings the lamp is not on.

One hears footsteps on the stairs,
but they're not the same.
Neither is the hand
that puts a fish on the plate.

Something here isn't starting
at its usual time.
Something here isn't happening
as it should.
Somebody has been here and has been,
and then has suddenly disappeared
and now is stubbornly absent.

All the closets have been scanned
and all the shelves run through.
Slipping under the carpet and checking came to nothing.
The rule has even been broken and all the papers scattered.
What else is there to do?
Sleep and wait.

Just let him come back,
let him show up.
Then he'll find out
that you don't do that to a cat.
Going toward him
faking reluctance,
slowly,
on very offended paws.
And no jumping, purring at first.

by Wislawa Szymborska

translated by Joanna Maria Trzeciak

Garden Bloggers Muse Day - February 2008

Possibilities

I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love’s concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms’ fairy tales to the newspapers’ front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven’t mentioned here
to many things I’ve also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.

By Wislawa Szymborska
From “Nothing Twice”, 1997
Translated by S. Baranczak & C. Cavanagh

My first post on Garden Bloggers Muse Day started by Carolyn at Sweet Home & Garden Chicago.
Poetry makes life better. Poem is written by Polish Nobel Prize winner 1996.
Picture taken by young Polish photographer Jerzy Tatoń.
I hope you enjoy it.