Saturday, 13 April 2013
Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now
My mother died this week after a long life and a short struggle with cancer. Although she was 87 and her health had been in decline, I am still in shock.
Mom loved plants, trees, flowers of all kinds, and gardening. I know she would have enjoyed these beautiful cherry trees that have been blossoming this month at the Parco Lago dell'EUR in the southern part of Rome.
The cherry trees were planted by the Japanese embassy in Rome more than 50 years ago.
When I saw them, it reminded me of the poem by A.E. Housman "Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now".
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.