Long live the weeds that overwhelm My narrow vegetable realm! - The bitter rock, the barren soil That force the son of man to toil; All things unholy, marked by curse, The ugly of the universe. The rough, the wicked, and the wild That keep the spirit undefiled. With these I match my little wit And earn the right to stand or sit, Hope, love, create, or drink and die: These shape the creature that is I.
*inspired by Gerald Manley Hopkins' poem Inversnaid= David Juda