Cherry Blossom: “Loveliest of trees, the cherry now”
From “A Shropshire Lad” by A.E. Housman
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs is little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
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Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem. I’m watching my young blossom tree at the moment!
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Thank you so much for taking the time to speak about the poem and to say how you like it. I don’t usually put other people’s work on my blog, but over the last few weeks the Housman words kept coming into my head. The blossom has been amazing this year, dazzling. I particularly love the cherry – we had a tree in our yard when I was a child and I remember liking it so much, finding it so pretty, I felt real sorrow when all the flowers broke up into fragments and then disappeared. Each year the cherry blossom reminds me of that tree. I wonder whether it is still there in the yard. I have been reading your blog, it is very moving, I hope the summer brings you joy.
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Nature gifts us at every corner and deserves to be spoken of and appreciated. I too wish you a wonderful summer, one filled with colour and warmth.
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