Spring Pools

Georg Flegel (1566 Olomuc-23 March 1638 Frankfurt-am-Main)


Spring Pools

These pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
And yet not out by any brook or river,
But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.

The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods –
Let them think twice before they use their powers
To blot out and drink up and sweep away
These flowery waters and these watery flowers
From snow that melted only yesterday.

Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)


In Memoriam

flegel yellowGeorg Flegel (1566 – 23 March 1638)


In Memoriam
(Easter, 1915)

The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood
This Eastertide call into mind the men,
Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should
Have gathered them and will do never again.

Edward Thomas
(3 March 1878 – 9 April 1917)


from The Book Of The Green Man

flegel spring flwrsGeorg Flegel (1566 – 1638)


Of the seasons,
seamless, a garland.

to equinox –

measured a cock’s stride
come full circle.

The length of
a sequential foliage

firmly planted in
our veins,
we stand in our rayed form:

a chicory,

Sponsa Solis – & upon the sun appears
a face
also with rays

in descent
through an undulant



Ronald Johnson (1935 – 1998)



Georg Flegel (1566 – 1638)

Georg Flegel (1566 – 1638)

The Oriental Hornet Harvests … Solar Energy

flegel-hornetGeorg Flegel 1566-1638
Narcissus, Iris, Fritillaria, and Hornet



In the process of photosynthesis, plants take the sun’s energy and convert it to electrical energy.
“The interesting thing here is that a living biological creature does a thing like that,” says physicist Prof. David Bergman of Tel Aviv University‘s School of Physics and Astronomy.

The brown and yellow stripes on the Oriental Hornet abdomen can absorb solar radiation, and the yellow pigment transforms that into electric power.
The brown shell of the hornet is made from grooves that split light into diverging beams. The yellow stripe on the abdomen is made from pinhole depressions, and contains a pigment called xanthopterin. Together, the light diverging grooves, pinhole depressions and xanthopterin change light into electrical energy. The shell traps the light and the pigment does the conversion.

Researchers plan to refine the model to see if this bio-mimicry can give clues to novel renewable energy solutions.


The Temple of Nature

Georg Flegel 1566–1638

Erasmus Darwin (1731 – 1802) was an English physician who turned down George III’s invitation to be a physician to the King.

He formed the Lichfield Botanical Society in order to translate the works of the Swedish botanist Carolus Linnaeus from Latin into English: A System of Vegetables and The Families of Plants, in which he coined many of the English names of plants that we use today.

Darwin then wrote The Loves of the Plants, a long poem which was a popular rendering of Linnaeus’ works, and Economy of Vegetation, and together the two were published as The Botanic Garden.

Darwin’s final long poem, The Temple of Nature, centers on his own conception of evolution and traces the progression of life from micro-organisms to civilized society.

He established a lifelong friendship with Benjamin Franklin and shared his support for the American and French revolutions, he endorsed a proper education for women, and along with other members of the Lunar Society he opposed the slave trade.

His experiments in galvanism were an important source of inspiration when Mary Shelley wrote “Frankenstein.”

Cosmological speculation of Erasmus Darwin:

Roll on, ye Stars! exult in youthful prime,
Mark with bright curves the printless steps of Time;
Near and more near your beamy cars approach,
And lessening orbs on lessening orbs encroach; —
Flowers of the sky! ye too to age must yield,
Frail as your silken sisters of the field!
Star after star from Heaven’s high arch shall rush,
Suns sink on suns, and systems systems crush,
Headlong, extinct, to one dark center fall,
And Death and Night and Chaos mingle all!
— Till o’er the wreck, emerging from the storm,
Immortal Nature lifts her changeful form,
Mounts from her funeral pyre on wings of flame,
And soars and shines, another and the same.

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