The caption of this picture is the title of an elegy written by American poet Walt Whitman. The poem was written in the summer of 1865 during a period of profound national mourning in the aftermath of the assassination of President Abraham Lincoln on April 14, 1865. There is something about lilacs which makes you feel intensely. It may be the fragrance or the delicacy of the individual bloom, but I always feel a poignancy that the poem captures so well.
This is wonderful.
I feel so nostalgic when I see them as lovely neighbours across the road when I was little had a row of white lilaç trees in the garden and the perfume was just the best
I feel so nostalgic when I see them as lovely neighbours across the road when I was little had a row of white lilaç trees in the garden and the perfume was just the best