A found poem is a gift, the beauty of the language, the sounds and colours of the words, all the poet does is re-arrange it.
Every entry in the Accession notebooks is a story. I was told that, possibly, in 1880 only one member of staff would have been able to write and so record the plants as they arrived in the yard, laboriously by hand. I imagine him tired at the day's end.
I chose the notebook started in 1880 when I found the record of Parrotia persica arriving in the Garden.
Plants Inwards 1880
Today, a curious post; the Reverend Wolley Dod
has been on holiday again, F W Scott Wilson has
sent crocus, two kinds of bulb, all else rotten.
Messers Webb, three dozen Hollyhocks, Lady Paget,
Candytuft, Wild Bachelors Button and Six O'clocks.
There are plants to be entered from St Petersburg,
Jamaica, Botanic Gardens at Bangalore, Madras,
Paris, Breslaw. Professor Foster from Little Shelford
has brought Fraxinus, Dwarf Sorbus from Upper
Koonawar, North India; found at ten thousand feet,
Messers Osbourne and Son, Fulham, seeds of a tree
from the Caspian Forests known as Parrotia persica;
they note its bluish bark peels away to cinnamon.
W Gardiner, six mosses, Sanders, four orchids.
Three Chinese duck, six geese. Inwards
I enter them here. Mr Tyler has sent roots of ginger
from St Helena. Barr and Son, Covent Garden
have sent sacks of narcissus, one is named small yellow
hoop petticoat. Tonight the ink is thin, I note one
hundred and forty packets of seeds, from Trumpington,
but am too tired to name them.