Hopper Of My Garden - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
Hyphen or not, the grasshopper flies,
From green to green, from gray to gray,
O freedom's child, your innocent wings,
Like a chopper's on air, like my arid
Dreams. And like you, like ladybird
Polkaed dotted black on red, -bring me luck,
To the distant love send, kisses of love.
On feathered flight, on my anguished heart,
This story read, this verse to the love sing.
That the night was ahead, to grapple with
The love sat to the advance of dawn
And on the window sit, see what,
That what you fancy take, what I fancy
Bring. Thus be spent, by the unworthy
Time. Which without love is on wild thorns.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Ahead of the official visit by Her Majesty the Queen, Prince Harry visited the garden in the morning, telling BBC Breakfast: 'It's fantastic. It's everything I could have wished for. This is our way of trying to bring a little bit of Lesotho to Chelsea. If my garden was built enough I would try and move it into my garden.' @ My mailgarden
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