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towards the Gandy Quad, gives an additional vista to my walk, though I should like to see<br />
the fountain at work, to complete its Islamic feel. When I sit on the bench under the tree, the<br />
delightful and soothing sound of trickling water would add to the experience.<br />
My subject is the study of religions, and I once taught a course on flowers and religious<br />
traditions for which I enjoyed using as a core text the Cambridge anthropologist Jack<br />
Goody’s wonderful and wide-ranging book The Culture of Flowers (1993). Research for the<br />
course covered the visual arts as well as poetry; the history and symbolism of Japanese Zen<br />
gardens; lotuses and roses, lilies and tulips. While I was writing this piece, I remembered a<br />
passage from Annemarie Schimmel’s famous Mystical Dimensions of Islam (1975):<br />
‘Every flower in the garden becomes, for the mystic poets of the late twelfth century, a<br />
tongue to praise God; every leaf and petal is a book in which God’s wisdom can be read,<br />
if a man (sic) will only look. God has put signs on the horizon and in man’s soul (Sura 41:<br />
53); man has only to look at them. The lily praises God, silently, with ten tongues; the violet<br />
sits modestly in its dark blue Sufi garb, its head on the ‘knee of meditation’. Red tulips with<br />
their dark scars in their ‘hearts’ may grow out of the burned hearts of lovers, or they may<br />
remind the mystic of black-hearted hypocrites. The narcissus looks, with languid eyes, toward<br />
the creator or makes the lover think of the friend’s half-closed eyes, and the purple curly<br />
hyacinth resembles the tresses of the beloved ... the eye of the mystic who is enraptured<br />
in love sees traces of eternal beauty everywhere and listens to the mute eloquence of<br />
everything created.’ (pp. 308–9)<br />
Thank you, Wolfson, and your gardeners, for this enhancement of your site and the joy it<br />
brings me. Let me acknowledge, in Kipling’s words, that ‘gardens are not made by singing “Oh<br />
how beautiful!” and sitting in the shade’; and that ‘the Glory of the Garden it abideth not in<br />
words.’<br />
MEMORIES OF WOLFSON<br />
‘The Glory of The Garden’<br />
was first published in<br />
1911 in A School History of<br />
England by C. R. L. Fletcher<br />
and Rudyard Kipling<br />
Newly planted formal Garden. Photo: Mel Constantino.<br />
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