Bluebells and Brontë

I was inspired to select this photo because April is the season for bluebells (my favorite flower) to be in bloom.  There is a sort of eloquence in the beauty of a bluebell wood that speaks to the heart.  Traditionally found in ancient woodlands of Britain, these flowers are protected from being dug up and re-planted or re-sold by bluebell enthusiasts.

Image by Geoff Kowalczyk. Reproduced under the Creative Commons license.

Anne Brontë herself was a fan of the bluebell.  One of her poems, “The Bluebell”, discusses her discovery of such a bloom in Scarborough.  Here is a sample of her poem:

The Bluebell by Anne Brontë

A fine and subtle spirit dwells
In every little flower,
Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
With more or less of power.
There is a silent eloquence
In every wild bluebell
That fills my softened heart with bliss
That words could never tell.

[…]

O, that lone flower recalled to me
My happy childhood’s hours
When bluebells seemed like fairy gifts
A prize among the flowers,

Those sunny days of merriment
When heart and soul were free,
And when I dwelt with kindred hearts
That loved and cared for me.

This poem speaks of the carefree days of youth when there is still magic in the ordinary. What do you think of this image?  This poem? Comment below and then check out the photographer’s portfolio for more great photos by Geoff Kowalczyk. Check out other classic poetry by Anne Brontë at Wikisource.  Until next week!


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