The gardener digs in another time, without past or future, beginning or end.
A time that does not cleave the day with rush hours, lunch breaks, the last bus home.
As you walk in the garden you pass into this time —
the moment of entering can never be remembered.
Around you the landscape lies transfigured.
Here is the Amen beyond the prayer.
I have re-discovered my boredom here…
I have re-discovered my boredom here…
where I can fight “what next” with nothing.
My garden is a memorial, each circular bed a dial and a true lover’s knot
My garden is a memorial, each circular bed a dial and a true lover’s knot
— planted with lavender, helichryssum and santolina.
to whom it may concern
in the dead stones of a planet
no longer remembered as earth
may he decipher this opaque hieroglyph
perform an archeology of soul
on these precious fragments
all that remains of our vanished days
here — at the sea’s edge
I have planted a stony garden
dragon tooth dolmen spring up
to defend the porch
steadfast warriors
to whom it may concern
in the dead stones of a planet
no longer remembered as earth
may he decipher this opaque hieroglyph
perform an archeology of soul
on these precious fragments
all that remains of our vanished days
here — at the sea’s edge
I have planted a stony garden
dragon tooth dolmen spring up
to defend the porch
steadfast warriors
~ Derek Jarman
from Modern Nature
with thanks to brianpickings
art by Emily Hughes
