The photo (not mine) is from Herefordshire.
The rich red earth apparently lies dormant now. But anyone with any gardening task to do knows that this is the time to plant seeds. Which brings to mind the couplet written in 1978 by the Greek, gay, poet Dinos Christianopoulos in The Body and the Wormwood:
what didn’t you do to bury me
but you forgot that I was a seed
Used in many protest movements since, the words reveal the strength of optimism for the long-term in the face of repression and invisibilisation. Optimism because of the big miscalculation by those wielding repressive power: that an idea, once expressed and public, can be removed by removing its author. The poem goes further in its assault on repression. The best thing to do to a seed is bury it.
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