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
with splashing water;
glasses clink and voices
rise in laughter
toss butterfly-bright leaves
gusting in joyful
Wood ash flecks
yellow bonfire smoke
scarving chill air
heavy with the dull weight of snow.