Ah! Sunflower

01Sep13

Ah! sunflower, weary of time,

Who countest the steps of the sun,

Seeking after that sweet golden clime

Where the traveller’s journey is done;

Where the youth pined away with desire,

And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,

Arise from their graves and aspire;

Where my sunflower wishes to go.

— William Blake

My father is currently in hospital. The office sent him some flowers with fruit. Sunflowers are so maddeningly cheerful. They are bright and yellow with a dark velvety middle. Obnoxious sun followers.

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