Students learn the ingredients and components to the composting process. That the winds are really not infectious, That this is no cheat, this transparent green-wash of the sea, which is so amorous after me, That it is safe to allow it to lick my naked body all over with its tongues, That it will not endanger me with the fevers that have deposited themselves in it, That all is clean forever and forever. Finding your garden theme is as easy as seeing what brings a smile to your face -- Teresa Watkins A good compost pile should get hot enough to poach an egg, but not so hot it would cook a lobster. It seems like he is likening the earth to a god or goddess and humans are merely filthy mortals, and yet we cannot taint the earth even with our diseased corpses because of the pure immortality of the earth. Or perhaps I should provide more practical advice by Ida D. The question clearly troubles him. Everyone wants to buy flowers from the men of God so business is quickly booming.
This proves once again that Hugh and only Hugh can prevent florist friars. Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. How can you furnish health, you blood of herbs, roots, orchards, grain? I'm not much of a poetry reader but when there is a poem about compost, I will make an exception. Where have you disposed of their carcasses? I also saw some sublime aspects in the way the speaker spoke about the earth with such awe, almost as if he was shocked that anything could withstand such a poisonous force. Grass is just a flower bed in waiting Why do melons have fancy weddings? Is not every continent work'd over and over with sour dead? Photo by Janet Cameron, All Rights Reserved. I dress in grubby clothing, and hang around with slugs. ©June 18, 2012 Kathryn M.
Because they keep their eyes peeled. It feels like the events of Friday night leave us groping for a kind of life raft for a sinking spirit. Copyright © 2012-2017 Traversing - to pass or move over, along, or through. I was putting together a small raised bed. Perhaps the reason he focuses on humans is because not only can we be sickly, as in a disease, but also humans have vices. Copyright © Year Posted 2010 Short Compost poem by Soup and greens,beer and tea buttlerfly young just love me, aphid trap and liquid feed ladybird heaven,yes indeed! Those drunkards and gluttons of so many generations; Where have you drawn off all the foul liquid and meat? I do not see any of it upon you to-dayor perhaps I am deceivd; I will run a furrow with my ploughI will press my spade through the sod, and turn it up underneath; I am sure I shall expose some of the foul meat. O how can it be that the ground does not? Not in my compost or in my beds because they are so tenacious and will still grow.
At first, I was worried about how heavy-handed the adults in the room would need to be for it to make sense, but the students came up with some amazing things! In this essential video on Fixed vs. But still she could not bear the waste; So in a dress-box fair The remnant of her pet she placed, And then interred him there, Satisfied then his nitrogen A good result would bear. Waiting outside, her friend soon heard a huge commotion inside the hall, followed by loud applause. Perhaps every mite has once form'd part of a sick person—yet behold! But what is the root of this imaginary world for this particular workshop? That the fruits of the apple-orchard, and of the orange-orchard— that melons, grapes, peaches, plums, will none of them poison me, That when I recline on the grass I do not catch any disease, Though probably every spear of grass rises out of what was once a catching disease. This entry was posted in , , , and tagged on by. And also, he smiled lovingly.
Is not every continent work'd over and over with sour dead? I recall attending an Hydrangea class where the instructor stated that the reason the hydrangeas grew so very well in that area was that it was an old civil war battleground with soldiers and horses long ago buried beneath the ground, feeding the flowers. Now I am terrified at the Earth, it is that calm and patient, It grows such sweet things out of such corruptions, It turns harmless and stainless on its axis, with such endless successions of diseas'd corpses, It distills such exquisite winds out of such infused fetor, It renews with such unwitting looks its prodigal, annual, sumptuous crops, It gives such divine materials to men, and accepts such leavings from them at last. Those drunkards and gluttons of so many generations? Poetry Whirl Indexes Poetry Places Nodes powered by Open Directory Project at dmoz. One evening, as dinner was being prepared, the couple suddenly understood the horrible reality of their situation: the food they were about to eat was recycled human shit. As fast as she could, the first little old lady fumbled her way out of her clothes and, completely naked, streaked through the front door of the flower show. That the cool drink from the well tastes so good, That blackberries are so flavorous and juicy, That the fruits of the apple-orchard, and of the orange-orchard--that melons, grapes, peaches, plums, will none of them poison me, That when I recline on the grass I do not catch any disease, 40 Though probably every spear of grass rises out of what was once a catching disease.
A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows. A blog about books, religion, arts, politics, odds and ends. Truly, there is no end to the head-shaking mysteries of birth and death, decay and renewal. Are they not continually putting distemper'd corpses within you? I do not see any of it upon you to-day--or perhaps I am deceiv'd; I will run a furrow with my plough--I will press my spade through the sod, and turn it up underneath; I am sure I shall expose some of the foul meat. How can you be alive, you growths of spring? She died when you picked her -- cut from her roots, She is lacking nutrition, She can no longer absorb the wind's wild sustenance.
It examines, in distressing and lyrical imagery, concepts of death and rebirth. Those drunkards and gluttons of so many generations; Where have you drawn off all the foul liquid and meat? Drifting by the wind doth sigh, Nothing stirring 'cept the clouds on high. When this fact abruptly dawned upon them, it seemed to set off an instinctive alarm, possibly inherited directly from Queen Victoria. They are difficult to get started, emit foul smells and don't work half the time. I Invented an Eraser That Works best on Blank Page. This lack caused him to feel intimidated by the middle classes. During the war, he became a nurse, tending to wounded soldiers.
That life itself comes from disease and death, that we owe the very procreative health of our soils to all the dying creatures that have fallen aground and littered our planet over the eons: this is the stuff of dreams, of some ridiculously fantastic design emitted from the fanciful brain of an artist in full command of both fantasy and the chemistry needed to make it spring to life. Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad Why are husbands like lawn mowers? They jaunted into the barn with the music already in full swing, the harp, drum, lute and trumpet players all doing their tuneful thing, Alice grabbed a jar of foaming ale and started moving her body to the beats, each noise in the air a consummate amazing treat! Nettle is a very nutritious plant. November 14, 2015 at 3:43 pm says: Jay, thanks for sharing this. And haven't liked it since I was a little kid and my mother made me eat it. The worms were squirming because of their surprise exposure to the light of day, and it just got me thinking about worms: Ode to the Worms Mighty workers of the soil Squirming , eating, copulating, cleaning Transforming detritus Into nourishment for new life.
How can you furnish health you blood of herbs, roots, orchards, grain? Bukowski was right: war, war all the time. Or maybe I will share the treasure of poetry about compost, written by and published in her book of poems, The Rude Potato London: The Crosset Press, 1941. Grabbed by the Army late in my youth, forced to become a man by living with death in a land no longer of use. Are they not continually putting distemper'd corpses within you? Fold seeds in them to germinate, Then use them for compost; There's many ways to employ Your Times and local Post. Sometimes what a man says, says more about the man.
How can you furnish health you blood of herbs, roots, orchards, grain 459. Garden Humor Terrible Gardening Jokes The best way to garden is to put on a wide brimmed straw hat and some old clothes. Doggy see, doggy do Successful bonsai grower had to move to a house with a smaller garden. Two friars are having trouble paying off the belfry, so they open a florist shop. Ah friends who plough and friends who dig Tough clay or blowing sand, Don't laugh at good old Ethel Twigg, But give a helping hand; I wish that all could feel the call To help neglected land! Throw me on the compost heap My old nan used to say No fancy funeral for me When I pass away They are a waste of money A complete waste of time I don't want you wasting money on funerals Especially if it's mine Just put me in a bin bag or maybe some old sack Tie it up with a piece of string And throw me out the back My nan did end up out the back Helping her daffodils grow Though we did have her cremated first I'm sure you'll be relieved to know. Again, they refuse, so the florist hires Hugh McTaggert.