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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 />

WOLFSON.OX.AC.UK<br />

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