Saturday, December 11, 2010

why do they sneer at me?

Life is blossoming at St Johns Park! St Johns Park, New Town. December 2010

Is anyone up to the challenge to identify this flower?

The Jew, by Isaac Rosenberg

Moses, from whose loins I sprung,
Lit by a lamp in his blood
Ten immutable rules, a moon
For mutable lampless men.

The blonde, the bronze, the ruddy,
With the same heaving blood,
Keep tide to the moon of Moses.
Then why do they sneer at me?

1 comment:

Kris said...

Well I liked it...