“I could walk to you now
with Spring just ahead of me,
north over flat ground
at two miles an hour,
the sap moving with me,
under the rising
grass of the field
like a dragged magnet,
the lights of the flowers
coming on in waves
as I walked with the budburst
and the flushing of trees.”— Scottish poet Robin Robertson, “Primavera,” in Swithering (2006)
I photographed this scene
from New York’s Central Park in the spring of 2014.
with Spring just ahead of me,
north over flat ground
at two miles an hour,
the sap moving with me,
under the rising
grass of the field
like a dragged magnet,
the lights of the flowers
coming on in waves
as I walked with the budburst
and the flushing of trees.”— Scottish poet Robin Robertson, “Primavera,” in Swithering (2006)
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