A chestnut tree on Queen's drive this morning. I love their gnarled trunks and their impossible candles of blossom. Nature - essentially spiritual in its plurality. W.B.Yeats - 'Among School children' 1933 Labour is blossoming or dancing where The body is not bruised to pleasure soul, Nor beauty born out of its own despair, Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil. O chestnut tree, great rooted blossomer, Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole? O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance? |