. . . but you weren’t there. O to be able to share the wonders of Spring I cannot fail to see, no matter how blurred by tears my vision is. Let Wordsworth speak for me.:
Surprised by Joy
Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind
I turned to share the transport—Oh! with whom
But Thee, long buried in the silent Tomb,
That spot which no vicissitude can find?
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind—
But how could I forget thee?—Through what power,
Even for the least division of an hour,
Have I been so beguiled as to be blind
To my most grievous loss!—That thought’s return
Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore,
Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn,
Knowing my heart’s best treasure was no more;
That neither present time, nor years unborn
Could to my sight that heavenly face restore.
Don't you love how poetry can cut to chase of being human. This is a wonderful poem
ReplyDeleteThinking of you ....glad you have your garden and poems to bring you surprising joy
Sometimes it is the old-fashioned poems with their old-fashioned phrases that best capture the feelings of today. I'm so sorry for your loss, Friko.
ReplyDeleteThis poem captures feelings of loss perfectly...Hugs to you.
ReplyDeleteYou are in my heart always U
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad, now, that the nuns drummed all that poetry into our heads! These days learning poems by rote seems to have fallen from grace, but it is lovely, in various life situations, like your present one, to have appropriate lines from long ago pop into your head. God bless Mr. Wordsworth and his ilk. This brought tears to my eyes....And God bless you too Friko as you come to terms with your loss.
ReplyDeletelovely garden, lovely poem. lonely garden, lonely poem. one letter changed. one person changed. thinking of you.
ReplyDeleteTruly amazing how you are so adept at producing exactly the right vehicle to convey your thoughts and feelings!
ReplyDeleteSympathy and hugs for you, dear Lady. Thank you for sharing, and allowing us to share.
Sending lots and lots of love.
ReplyDeletehugs to you
ReplyDelete... sometimes i take out this lil teeny tiny Jenny box with the lil teeny tiny pink sleeper in it and i look at it, touch it, hug it, wipe my tears with it ... she would be 31 ... Thinking of you, friend Friko ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteThe ability to perceive beauty even through blurred eyes, yes to that and so much more. Life is so precious and so darn stunningly beautiful, despite it all. Take heart, be good to yourself, much love to you.
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from miles away,,,,
Hugs.
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear Friko, for allowing us to see your garden and this poem, and some of your thoughts. xo
ReplyDeleteI hope you find comfort for your loss in pieces of writing like Wordsworths.
ReplyDeleteThank you for a glimpse into your lovely garden and into your saddened heart. That poem says so much, so eloquently.
ReplyDeleteLove, hugs & prayers ~ FlowerLady
Heartfelt condolences for your loss; and please know how much we appreciate your beautiful and poignant writing about his passage.
ReplyDeleteYour garden and the poem are beautiful. I am so sorry for your great loss.
ReplyDeleteYour garden is lovely. Grief is a strange emotion everyone grieves in their own way :(
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ReplyDeleteIt breaks my heart that old poem does every time I read it. It captures the pain and emptiness and the jolts of unexpected joy.
ReplyDeleteThank you Friko. May his undying spirit comfort you.
XO
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The garden is beautiful, as is the poem, as are you. In beauty is strength. I am thinking of you --as are we all.
ReplyDeleteDear Friko - such a wonderful looking garden, such a glorious man - my heart goes out to you ... as you so rightly say Beloved would have leant up on you and confirmed your thoughts ... just beautiful. So sad and so challenging these firsts ... I feel for you - big hugs and much love Hilary
ReplyDeleteLovely scene so fitting for the poem you share. Caring thoughts for you through these days ahead.
ReplyDeleteWordsworth exquisitely captured the depth of loss. If you didn't have such a love you wouldn't feel such a loss. Believe it or not, I envy you. Hugs to you.
ReplyDeleteRita said it all for me. I envy you too....such love shared...so fortunate you are
ReplyDeletePoetry can be such a healer, I feel for you and your grief.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you are seeing a beautiful spring. You deserve this after a challenging winter of heartbreak. This poem goes to the very heart and soul of love and loss, doesn't it? Wrapping my arms around you across the pond.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Thank you for sharing this, showing this . . . grief knows no bounds, but, poetry helps us through it.
ReplyDeleteIn all your sadness you are fortunate to have these wonderful memories of times full of shared love, music, theater, literature, nature, a glass of wine in the evening, poetry too, and dog love, and dog walks... I think even your garden speaks of it. How sweet you called him "Beloved" - no doubt he must have loved you too!In these memories he lives on... Can this comfort you a bit?
ReplyDeleteThe way nature just keeps going, no matter what happens in our own lives, can be exasperating and comforting at the same time.
ReplyDeleteDear Friko, I have greatly enjoyed so many of your posts over the years - your humour, your frankness and honesty, your writing talent, the ups and downs of life in Valley's End and more recently how humble I feel to have shared in yours and beloved's last months. I am so very very sorry for your loss and my heartfelt thoughts go with you in the days to come. Rose.
ReplyDeleteLast night, I attended a meeting where the presentation was given by an expert on plant propagation: particularly, prairie plants. I was astonished to learn that some of my favorites have tap roots that grow six and eight feet into the earth. Because of that, they're able to withstand every sort of predation: freezes, over-grazing, fire. The blossoms and leaves may disappear, but the root remains, and it will come back, without fail. You're equally well-grounded, rooted in love in so many ways, including love of your "place" and its lovely gardens. You'll come back, too -- perhaps even stronger. The garden is such a wonderful metaphor for the truths of the poem.
ReplyDeleteThinking of you.
ReplyDeleteGod gives us spring flowers to blur the memory of winter and to brighten our hopes....my prayers to you. Just remember he who lives on in our hearts is not lost.
ReplyDeleteFriko, I have been thinking of you. Not being able to share with your beloved anymore must be so hard. Grief knows no limits.
ReplyDeletePerfect choice of a poem.
ReplyDeleteYour garden is a treasure of beauty.
Still both bring tears to my eyes.
Hugs
A beautiful garden and a beautiful poem. May the beauty be a blessing.
ReplyDeleteYour garden is beautiful. Spring is a wonderful rebirth. Hugs to you.
ReplyDeleteThat is a strong poem, especially meaningful to you and to me as we miss our loved ones. Hugs to you.
ReplyDeleteDear Friko, as you grieve this great loss, please know that love surrounds you--the love of all those who have touched your life and whose lives you have touched, especially the love of Beloved. Nothing can end that.
ReplyDeleteAnother poem that may speak to you is one by Emily Dickinson. It is, be far, my favorite poem of hers: "After Great Pain a Formal Feeling Comes."
Peace and please, please be gracious to yourself. Comfort yourself with memory.
You are such a beautiful soul.
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ReplyDeleteThinking about you, Friko. With love. Rose in Texas.
ReplyDeleteI was sure I'd left a comment here. But that wasn't why I came back, I wanted to assure myself that you are OK. I do hope you are.
ReplyDeleteA very old woman once said to me after I lost my beloved that grief is only as big as the lost love...... my heart goes out to you my dear, for your love was huge. Just know you are are thought of - often. Rose.
ReplyDeleteich schaue immer wieder hier herein und hoffe zu sehen, wie es dir geht. vielleicht ist es auch der falsche ausdruck, besser würde wohl sein, " wie du klar kommst..", ich kann nur ahnen, wie schwer dein verlust ist. ich hoffe, dass dir deine guten freunde hier ein wenig trost spenden können.... ich finde es auf alle fälle schön, wenn "fremde menschen" so mitfühlend sind, wie die menschen hier, die dein schreiben schon so lange verfolgen. ich denke, millie wird dir sicher eine hilfe jetzt sein... auf alle fälle wollte ich dir sagen, dass ich jeden tag an dich denke und mögest du die kraft der gedanken aller hier fühlen und mut fassen und wissen, dass beloved ( ein zen meister würde jetzt sagen, das wichtigste von ihm ) bei dir bleiben wird... alles liebe von renée
ReplyDeleteFriko, I have come late to this post because I haven't been blogging much for various reasons. The post is most touching and I send you such sympathy as you come to terms with your loss. The poem puts it beautifully into words. I had never really thought about this poem before although I knew it from anthologies.
ReplyDeleteHello, dear Friko. I've been hoping you are all right (is anyone all right after someone you love dies?) and that you are simply on a break to rest and recharge. So much in your life has changed in such a brief period of time, I'm sure it can be very challenging sometimes to move from day to day. But I hope your garden is in full flower, the Millie is keeping you good company and that you are discovering what your "new normal" (I can never decide if I like or hate that term) will be.
ReplyDeleteI just wanted to let you know that I am thinking of you and hope things are well.