At the risk of copyright infringement, your lovely photos remind me of Mary Oliver's lovely poem "Lilies."
LILIES
I have been thinking about living like the lilies that blow in the fields.
They rise and fall in the wedge of the wind, and have no shelter from the tongues of the cattle,
and have no closets or cupboards, and have no legs. Still I would like to be as wonderful
as that old idea. But if I were a lily I think I would wait all day for the green face
of the hummingbird to touch me. What I mean is, could I forget myself
even in those feathery fields? When van Gogh preached to the poor of course he wanted to have someone--- most of all himself. He wasn't a lily, and wandering through the bright fields only gave him more ideas
it would take his life to solve. I think I will always be lonely in this world, where the cattle graze like a black and white river---
where the ravishing lilies melt, without protest, on their tongues--- where the hummingbird, whenever there is a fuss, just rises and floats away.
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At the risk of copyright infringement, your lovely photos remind me of Mary Oliver's lovely poem "Lilies."
LILIES
I have been thinking
about living
like the lilies
that blow in the fields.
They rise and fall
in the wedge of the wind,
and have no shelter
from the tongues of the cattle,
and have no closets or cupboards,
and have no legs.
Still I would like to be
as wonderful
as that old idea.
But if I were a lily
I think I would wait all day
for the green face
of the hummingbird
to touch me.
What I mean is,
could I forget myself
even in those feathery fields?
When van Gogh
preached to the poor
of course he wanted to have someone---
most of all himself.
He wasn't a lily,
and wandering through the bright fields
only gave him more ideas
it would take his life to solve.
I think I will always be lonely
in this world, where the cattle
graze like a black and white river---
where the ravishing lilies
melt, without protest, on their tongues---
where the hummingbird, whenever there is a fuss,
just rises and floats away.
what a wonderful poem! what a wonderful lily! what a wonderful way to begin my day. thanks. :)
Oh Simmons, thank you for this!
Isn't it, Ann?
I love Mary Oliver. And thanks for the compliment on the lily. :-)
I love lillies. They are so beautiful.
Me too, Charlie. :-)
Just gorgeous!
Hi Patty! Thanks :-)
Your post inspired me to buy some flowers at the market last night. :) I think they're mums, though. No lillies to be had.
Charlie, you've given me a big smile! It's so lovely to bring home fresh flowers--they brighten the whole place up.
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