Interlude: Other People's Poetry

from "Aurora Leigh"

And truly, I reiterate, . . nothing's small!
No lily-muffled hum of a summer-bee,
But finds some coupling with the spinning stars;
No pebble at your foot, but proves a sphere;
No chaffinch, but implies the cherubim:
And,–glancing on my own thin, veined wrist,–
In such a little tremour of the blood
The whole strong clamour of a vehement soul
Doth utter itself distinct. Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God:
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round it, and pluck blackberries,
And daub their natural faces unaware
More and more, from the first similitude.

poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
photograph by Sarah Ryhanen

1 comment:

Contessa said...

Thank you. Seeing God in the smallest things of his creation...beautiful. Tonight a friends showed me the smallest of shells she gathered on the Pacific Island of Saipan. They also showed the care of creation with exquisite detailed designs as if drawn by a miniture brush, beautifully colored and marked.

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