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morning, out walking, seeing the sun hit just right, on this poppy

‘of all of  the wonderful things in the wonderful universe,

nothing seems to me more surprising

than the planting of a seed in the blank earth and the result thereof.

take that poppy seed, for instance;

it lies in your palm, the merest atom of matter,

hardly visible, a speck, a pin’s point in bulk,

but within it is imprisoned a spirit of beauty ineffable,

which will break its bonds

and emerge from the dark ground

and blossom in a splendor so dazzling

as to baffle all powers of description. ‘

*Celia Thaxter

 

*Celia Thaxter,( 1835 – 1894) was an American writer of poetry and stories. For most of her life, she lived on the Isles of Shoales, a group of islands off the coasts of New Hampshire and Maine.

 


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    • It is about the light, and I was worried that I wouldn’t catch this beautiful rate of sunlight coming down with my phone. I was seeing it and I kept taking pictures, but it didn’t look like I was capturing it. Somehow I was able to capture some of it in the picture. Yes, usually they are used as sad memorials but they also are beautiful just on their own.

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