#showertune: ‘les fleurs’ by minnie riperton

i love the poems of John Clare, he’s far too little read. here he muses the fairer a flower, the more it has to dread.

The nodding oxeye bends before the wind,
The woodbine quakes lest boys their flowers should find,
And prickly dogrose spite of its array
Can’t dare the blossom-seeking hand away,
While thistles wear their heavy knobs of bloom
Proud as a warhorse wears its haughty plume,
And by the roadside danger’s self defy;
On commons where pined sheep and oxen lie
In ruddy pomp and ever thronging mood
It stands and spreads like danger in a wood,
And in the village street where meanest weeds
Can’t stand untouched to fill their husks with seeds,
The haughty thistle oer all danger towers,
In every place the very wasp of flowers

to accompany this uplifting verse, today’s #showertune is Les Fleurs by Minnie Riperton

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