a lack of biscuits

blue hyacinth close up
When I tweeted that my 888th blog post featured poetry and hyacinths, I was reminded of the quotation:

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

but I couldn’t remember who said it.

Knowing I’d kept it as one of a whole list of poetry-associated quotations, I searched my computer for hyacinths.

It turns out it was Carl Sandburg, though further investigation online suggests he may actually have used the subtly different phrase:

poetry is the achievement of the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

The search for hyacinths also turned up the forgotten draft of a poem.

I have tinkered with it a little, but am still dissatisfied. Perhaps it needs more biscuits. Perhaps I need more coffee.

Beyond the hedge

A wall of leyland cypress shields
the neighbours’ garden

In spring, the scent
of hyacinths seeps
between green

Summer echoes
with splashing water;
glasses clink and voices
rise in laughter

Autumnal winds
toss butterfly-bright leaves
gusting in joyful
skyward spirals

Wood ash flecks
yellow bonfire smoke
scarving chill air

Evergreen sparkles
heavy with the dull weight of snow.

 

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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