The lovely hybrid
Is bewildered by nature’s
Lack of discipline.
While lovely and fragrant and symbolic
of everlasting love and romance,
especially when delivered a dozen at a
time, the rose is really the hybrid in
the garden. It has been tinkered with, fussed
with, tempered and tamed, pampered with
pesticides until it bends to our will; giving
us the perfect, blue-ribbon blush. Wildness
clings on as we continue to ravage and
trample and dissect and subdue and plunder.
We are the machine in the garden.
Check out one of my favorite poems that
picks up on this theme.
http://www.writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88v/wilbur-toad.html
3 comments:
Tinked with enough to produce lovely color and the best smell!! I am obsessed with Roses. Too bad Dave hates them and will not allow them in our yard. I am thinking I will have my own rose topiary and I will baby it. Coming to the party? need you there.
i like roses too! you better be going to the part mom!
The rose. A hybrid. A composite of mixed origin produced by crossbreeding. Like the prius or a president or your old neighbor, now removed. I never paid much attention to roses until I found much needed comfort at the San Jose Municipal Rose Garden. A magical place in the middle of the city. There I discovered a favorite: floribunda moondance.
http://www.jacksonandperkins.com/gardening/PD/32551/
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