Tuesday, July 19, 2005


Simmons B. Buntin said...

At the risk of copyright infringement, your lovely photos remind me of Mary Oliver's lovely poem "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.

Unknown said...

what a wonderful poem! what a wonderful lily! what a wonderful way to begin my day. thanks. :)

Suzanne said...

Oh Simmons, thank you for this!

Suzanne said...
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Suzanne said...

Isn't it, Ann?

I love Mary Oliver. And thanks for the compliment on the lily. :-)

Charles said...

I love lillies. They are so beautiful.

Suzanne said...

Me too, Charlie. :-)

Patty said...

Just gorgeous!

Suzanne said...

Hi Patty! Thanks :-)

Charles said...

Your post inspired me to buy some flowers at the market last night. :) I think they're mums, though. No lillies to be had.

Suzanne said...

Charlie, you've given me a big smile! It's so lovely to bring home fresh flowers--they brighten the whole place up.