To His Coy Daffodil

Had we but bloom enough and time...ah, the time of daffodils is waning. The first blooming ones are withered and gone, the hearty yellow now is the last of the late bloomers, tulips and the first of the dandelions. Last week, in their prime, Steve went on a photo safari on Liberty (a braver man than I, but then he walks farther, which helps) and he's given me permission to post this set of pictures.


To Daffodils
Robert Herrick

Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain'd his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the even-song;
And, having pray'd together, we
Will go with you along.

We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Away,
Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning's dew,
Ne'er to be found again.



Gloriously at their peak are the magnolias-with-small-petals that surround the female statue that is a personification of the Ukrainian spirit.

It also looks like there are going to be two new gardens or installations in Rockefeller Park's Cultural Garden collection, either side of the street, just north of St. Clair. One looks suspiciously like it could be a fountain, once they take the tarp off.