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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460549" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0050 Morning rain in early autumn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today the soft rain is<br>not falling, rather blessing, <br>as gentle as mercy, <br>making the air<br>more airy, if that can be, <br>nature’s air conditioning let’s crudely say, <br>and the geraniums blessing, in their turn, <br>the front door to my heart’s home, are, manifestly, <br>exhibiting pleasure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s almost a century since the Indian, Professor Bose –<br>mark the day with unpicked flowers –<br>was drummed out of the Royal Society, no less, <br>for demonstrating to his satisfaction<br>and the delight of non-members<br>that plants had nerves, felt pain, revulsion…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and it’s pretty obvious that the <br>subtly-named Venus Fly Trap<br>has very effective, non-rust, non-gymnasium<br>vegetable muscles</div><div style="margin:10px 0">while Hinduism, I read yesterday, <br>completes the picture – plants<br>feel pleasure as well as pain<br>and show it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so from today, no idle chat over the garden fence<br>like ‘the geraniums are perking up…’<br>it’s ‘the flowers are pleased today! '<br>and stuff the raised eyebrow…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I, who normally treat gardening as<br>a spectator sport, now in the light of<br>this clearer knowledge, dead-headed, <br>yesterday, the geraniums which looked like<br>the week after the week before, <br>a serious hangover after a burst of private<br>garden show, and today I look at them<br>tenderly – on this day of soft rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, I feel dead-headed too; maybe today<br>a poem is flowering gently close by<br>the heart’s open door; and the geraniums<br>are – if not, anthropomorphically, pleased –<br>showing pleasure, in the measure<br>that Creation permits them to; and I<br>am pleased; for them; for it; to say the least. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ll leave that door open<br>on this day of soft and gentle mercy.</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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not falling, rather blessing, 
as gentle as mercy, 
making the air
more airy, if that can be, 
nature’s air conditioning let’s crudely say, 
and the geraniums blessing, in their turn, 
the front door to my heart’s home..."></div>
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