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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460523" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0036 Hanging Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pink geraniums<br>hanging in their plastic terracotta bowl<br>twist gently to and fro in the slight breeze<br>as if they’re quietly impatient<br>for my attention.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s their third year up there –<br>I never expected them to last<br>more than a year, but<br>half exposed, half sheltering<br>under what’s less a porch<br>than an architectural feature, <br>they’ve decided to make a go of it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this week in late July moving into August, <br>they’re into their later style of flowering –<br>not the profundity of early summer<br>when they decide exactly when to burst<br>upon the world petal to petal in a huge bouquet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but delicately, translucent, <br>both flower and small leaves, letting the sky pass through<br>as if they know all about colour slides<br>and simply, do it better.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">after their first burst of flower, <br>they retired into themselves<br>as if they were exhausted – although<br>I never asked that of them; while<br>my respect for them grows year by year</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes I think I ought to feed them<br>like proper gardeners do, <br>since they don’t have much soil up there<br>and that’s fed them for three years now</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but then I think, no, that’s<br>asking more of them than they, abundantly, do<br>so I’ll settle for what they want to offer me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we seem to know each other’s there, <br>but sometimes they call unexpectedly<br>like today, when I’m not busy with something else, <br>and when I give them full attention<br>as if I’m asking them deep questions<br>which I’ve never formulated for myself<br>yet which they’re prepared to answer, <br>they pour out information about<br>what I’d call God’s glorious Creation<br>(what they call it, if they need to call it<br>anything, gives the mind pause) <br>in a list which, as they speak it, quality by quality, <br>gift after gift, invention after invention, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">seems no is, as endless as humility</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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hanging in their plastic terracotta bowl
twist gently to and fro in the slight breeze
as if they’re quietly impatient
for my attention.

It’s their third year up there –
I never expected them to last
more than a year, but
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