While we're on the subject of poetry about the Incarnation...

[tree_and_leaf]

... And since I haven't made a National Poetry Month post yet, I thought I'd share this poem by the little known Cumbrian poet, Norman Nicholson, of whom I'm rather fond. The poem's three weeks late, but never mind. This seems , incidentally, to be an internet first.

The Burning Rose (Poem for Lady Day)

Above the golden crocus climbs the rose,
The rose that is the world's flesh and our own,
Rolled inward, folded, foliated close,
The red bud rocking on the bright green bone.

The calyx flickers hairy fire, the tight
Petals are flayed with flame and burn like coal;
The wicks of stamens flower into light
And leave the shy flesh smouldering, but whole.

Comments

[tree_and_leaf]

Glad you enjoyed!

I like Nicholson - he's less well known than he deserves to be (how much of this is due to not going to London while not being Scottish or Welsh is an interesting question)