The Botanic Garden: The Loves of the Plants

by Erasmus Darwin

The Botanic The Loves of the Plants is a poem written by Erasmus Darwin, the grandfather of Charles Darwin. The poem was first published in two parts in 1789 and 1791, and it explores the world of botany through a series of romantic and mythological stories. The poem is divided into two The Economy of Vegetation and The Loves of the Plants. The first part focuses on the scientific aspects of botany, while the second part is more focused on the romantic and mythological stories of the plants. Throughout the poem, Darwin personifies plants and gives them human-like qualities. He tells stories of their relationships and interactions with each other, as well as their roles in the natural world. The Botanic Garden was a popular work in its time and was praised for its scientific accuracy and its poetic beauty. It is considered a significant contribution to the field of botany and is still studied and admired today.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

Genres: Poetry, Science, Nonfiction, Nature, Plants, Classics, Biology

160 pages, Paperback

First published June 17, 2004

About the author

Erasmus Darwin was an English physiologist and poet. He was educated at the universities of Cambridge and Edinburgh. He practiced medicine most of his life. His chief poetic work was The Botanic Garden (1789 - 1792), a long poem, stilted in expression but showing enthusiasm for science and nature. His prose work Zoonomia (1794 - 1796) anticipated some of the evolutionary theories of the French naturalist Jean-Baptiste Lamarck but was intuitive and unscientific. Darwin was the grandfather of the British scientists Charles Darwin and Sir Francis Galton.

Reviews

[Meg Merriet · Rating 5 out of 5]

Some not-so-subtle flower sex poetry brought to you by Charles Darwin's perverted grandpa. Who would have thought botany could be so raunchy? (This is prime third date material, kids.)

[Anne · Rating 2 out of 5]

Now you too can read about Charles Darwin's grandpa's plant fetifh.

Of courfe, he wraps it up in a lot of metaphors about various gods and goddefses, and has some very nice imagery, but really, moft of it if about plants having fex with themfelves.

Alfo, if you couldn't tell, the verfion I read was, I believe, a tranfcription of the original text, which means that moft of the "s" letters were written as "f." An added layer of ftress for the modern reader. I might have liked it more if it didn't. Oh well, too late now.

[Matthew Murawski · Rating 3 out of 5]

Pleasant to read but it's no Paradise Lost.

[Annie · Rating 3 out of 5]

The grandfather of Charles Darwin writes a book of plant erotic poetry, purportedly “for science.” (To be sure, there are inklings of his grandson’s later theory of evolution discernible here: “Perhaps all the productions of nature are in their progress to greater perfection?”).

Yes, it may contain some science (though I would point out that the non-sexual parts of the plants, like the stems and leaves, are barely addressed, but the number, size, shape, length, and girth of their sexual organs are absolutely discussed to death), but it contains even more dirty, dirty plant smut (and honestly, it's kind of cringe smut poetry too)- supposedly included to make it relevant to his audience.

Sure, that could be true. Or, Erasmus Darwin has dirty dirty thoughts about plants. You be the judge.

How the young Rose in beauty’s damask pride
Drinks the warm blushes of his bashful bride;
With honey’d lips enamour’d woodbines meet,
clasp with fond arms, and mix their kisses sweet.

How laugh the Pleasures in a blossom’s bell;
How insect Loves arise on cobweb wings,
Aim their light shafts, and point their little stings.
First the tall Canna lifts his curled brow
Erect to heaven, and plights his nuptial vow.

This is about plants, remember.

Fierce on the fair he fix’d his ardent gaze,
Dropp’d on one knee, his frantic arms outspread,
And stole a guilty glance toward the bed;
Then breath’d from qyhivering lips a whisper’d vow,
And bent on heaven his pale repentant brow;
“Thus, thus!” he cried, and plung’d the furious dart,
And life and love gush’d mingled from his heart.

This is EDUCATIONAL, God damn it!