Sunday, 13 March 2011

Ruskin tweet poetry 

the poppy is painted glass wherever it is seen against the light or with the light always it is a flame and warms the wind like a blown ruby

From John Ruskin's Proserpina: Studies of Wayside Flowers while the Air was Yet Pure among the Alps and in the Scotland and England Which My Father Knew. (1886)

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