I find the blue of this Poppy quite remarkable and most certainly, ‘a thing of beauty.’
From Endymion Book 1
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.
john zande
May 15, 2016 at 10:59 am
Have you read Dan Simmons’ Hyperion Cantos books? Astoundingly good writing.
mybeautfulthings
May 18, 2016 at 8:58 am
Not yet. Now on my list. Thank you. 🙂
john zande
May 18, 2016 at 1:25 pm
He’s obsessed with Keats, which makes for an interesting work of science fiction.
ksbeth
May 15, 2016 at 10:35 am
very beautiful –