10 May 2012

Pools of White & Pink Lace

"This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers
and they open
pools of lace,
white and pink
and all day the black ants climb over them,
boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it away
to their dark, underground cities
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,
the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise,
their red stems holding
all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again
beauty the brave, the exemplary,
blazing open.
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,
with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?"
-"Peoniesfrom New and Selected Poems by Mary Oliver


  1. How beautiful..the poem and peonies!

  2. I love how this poem describes fleeting beauty.

    1. Yes, that's what I love about it. I think that's also what I love most about flowers: how present you must be in order to appreciate them.

  3. I am catching up on bloglovin today, so this will come "late", but I wanted to say that I really like these peony pictures. I don't have any in my gardens and I'm thinking that I need to change that!


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