To Jeanne

This post is dedicated to Jeanne from Borderline Crossing who tagged me in a quote challenge with the theme, “laughter is the best medicine”. 

As I searched the website for quotes on laughter, I saw a quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Earth laughs in flowers”. This is taken from one of his poems called “Hamatreya”. 

Hamatreya by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint,
Possessed the land which rendered to their toil
Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, wool, and wood.
Each of these landlords walked amidst his farm,
Saying, “’Tis mine, my children’s and my name’s.
How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees!
How graceful climb those shadows on my hill!
I fancy these pure waters and the flags
Know me, as does my dog: we sympathize;
And, I affirm, my actions smack of the soil.”
Where are these men? Asleep beneath their grounds:
And strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough.
Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys
Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs;
Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet
Clear of the grave.
They added ridge to valley, brook to pond,
And sighed for all that bounded their domain;
“This suits me for a pasture; that’s my park;
We must have clay, lime, gravel, granite-ledge,
And misty lowland, where to go for peat.
The land is well,—lies fairly to the south.
’Tis good, when you have crossed the sea and back,
To find the sitfast acres where you left them.”
Ah! the hot owner sees not Death, who adds
Him to his land, a lump of mould the more.
Hear what the Earth say:—
          “Mine and yours;
          Mine, not yours.
          Earth endures;
          Stars abide—
          Shine down in the old sea;
          Old are the shores;
          But where are old men?
          I who have seen much,
          Such have I never seen.
          “The lawyer’s deed
          Ran sure,
          In tail,
          To them and to their heirs
          Who shall succeed,
          Without fail,
          “Here is the land,
          Shaggy with wood,
          With its old valley,
          Mound and flood.
          But the heritors?—
          Fled like the flood’s foam.
          The lawyer and the laws,
          And the kingdom,
          Clean swept herefrom.
          “They called me theirs,
          Who so controlled me;
          Yet every one
          Wished to stay, and is gone,
          How am I theirs,
          If they cannot hold me,
          But I hold them?”
When I heard the Earth-song
I was no longer brave;
My avarice cooled
Like lust in the chill of the grave.

大肚能容,容天下難容之事; 開口常笑,笑天下可笑之人

A big belly to contain and embrace even the toughest of situations;
Keep smiling and laugh at the most ludicrous of them all. (Buddhist saying)

Laughing Buddha

May your heart bloom with love ❤ (Watch on YouTube for the lyrics)

6 thoughts on “To Jeanne

  1. My ex and father to my daughters is Native American from Anishinaabe decent. Natives have never understood the colonial claims of land ownership. How can anyone own the Earth? The idea that the Earth is laughing with flowers is beautiful.🌹🌻🌸🌷💐🌺🌼
    I love this whole post!💖💞💖💞💖💞

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    1. Same thing when people said they conquered a mountain, which I thought is silly, how can anyone conquer a mountain? Admittedly, I chose this quote so that I could post my flower pictures! 😜💐 🌷

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      1. All your pictures are always fantastic! Seriously, you are good! You could just post pictures and I’d still follow your blog.
        *snort* conquer a mountain… As if!! Arrogant colonial invaders!!! (probably my entire Gene pool😕🙊😂. I’m a pasty white girl😮😂)

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