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| Galanthus - 15 February 2026 |
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| Galanthus - February 6, 2022 |
To a Snowdrop – William Wordsworth
Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they
But hardier far, once more I see thee bend
Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend,
Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day,
Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay
The rising sun, and on the plains descend;
Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend
Whose zeal outruns his promise! Blue-eyed May
Shall soon behold this border thickly set
With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing
On the soft west-wind and his frolic peers;
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,
Chaste Snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring,
And pensive monitor of fleeting years!
When I started my blogging in 2006 I had no idea that many of my blogs would combine poetry with my photographs. Through the years I have amassed over 150 blogs where I mate my images with Emily Dickinson. I have blogs that feature Jorge Luís Borges, William Carlos Williams, Julio Cortázar, Alfonsina Storni and many more. This blog will be the first one where I combine Rosemary’s galanthus with William Wordsworth. One of the results of all this is that because I have a decent memory I know quite a few poems about many subjects.
The snowdrops in my Kitsilano garden were all put there by Rosemary. She did everything possible to have something flowering in any month of the years. Right now, besides her snowdrops, there are five helleborus. I wrote about them here.
The hellebores remind me of Rosemary because they are sturdy and bulletproof just like she was. But because she was dainty, gentle, small and feminine the snowdrops are my Rosemary.
