The Love Of The Flowers, By William Mccarthy's Flowers

Submitted By Jeffery-Houston
Words: 357
Pages: 2

THAT NIGHT he dreamt of horses in a field on a high plain where the spring rains had brought up the grass and the wild-flowers out of the ground and the flowers ran all blue and yellow far as the eye could see and in the dream he was among the horses running and in the dream he himself could run with the horses and they coursed the young mares and fillies over the plain where their rich bay and their rich chestnut colors shone in the sun and the young colts ran with their dams and trampled down the flowers in a haze of pollen that hung in the sun like powdered gold and they ran he and the horses out along the high mesas where the ground resounded under their running hooves and they flowed and changed and ran and their manes and tails blew off of them like spume and there was nothing else at all in that high world and they moved all of them in a resonance that was like a music among them and they were none of them afraid horse nor colt nor mare and they ran in that resonance which is the world itself and which cannot be spoken but only praised.

This sentence gives off a sense of movement. Mccarthy even said “the spring flowers ran”. Flowers can’t actually run. But he used the word run to describe the distance and colors of the flowers. The colors he chose for the flowers were also important. He’s dreaming and that’s a good thing.The “spring rain” represents the beginning of new life. The colors blue and yellow give off a sense of peace and harmony. John Grady