April 8, 2017

To See the Cherry Hung With Snow


Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

"It is only comparatively late in my life, I am ashamed to say, that I have learned truly to appreciate the small beauties of the world, such as lichen on the bark of trees, moss and ivy growing on ancient stone walls, and so forth. Housman wrote his poem (or rather published it) when he was only 37, and put it in the mouth of a 20-year-old boy, much wiser than I." Look Around


Posted by gerardvanderleun at April 8, 2017 11:39 AM
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Ah, that looks like the UofW quad there.

Posted by: pbird at April 8, 2017 12:28 PM

That is correct.... for the bottom shot.

Posted by: Vanderleun at April 8, 2017 1:01 PM

The abundant Bradford Pear trees have been in bloom here recently. A row of them can be quite beautiful, although if you observe too closely you will notice that the blossoms smell like the hind end of a dog.

Posted by: Snakepit Kansas at April 9, 2017 6:41 AM