Peonies
By Mary Oliver
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?
What lovely words to complement these flowers.
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It is a lovely poem, thank you Miriam.
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Peonies are my favorite flower and you have written lovely words to compliment them. Beautiful.
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Thank you. Peonies are beautiful and I agree that Mary Oliver’s poem does compliment them well.
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I adore peonies, they are fantastically beautiful! Wonderful captures!
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Thank you Ann, I’m so glad that you liked them.
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Very nice. I remember when I was little seeing peony buds (similar to those in your last photo) covered with ants. I asked my mom why the ants were all over them and she said the ants help open the buds so there would be flowers. I thought it was pretty cool that the ants did that.
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Thanks David. I can relate to your story. I think I was told the same thing as a child because I thought the ants were eating them.
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Oh I love this so much. And, your images are beautiful.
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That makes me happy. 🙂 Thank you Sylvia.
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Your photos are absolutely gorgeous! The poem is perfect, all of nature is so fragile, us included. My favorite part is the last stanza of the poem, ending with a question. Okay, today is the day, a good one! 🙂 Mia
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Thank you Mia and so true regarding nature and us. Well said. Hope you did have a good day and also have a good evening. Not great though because we want to slowly build up to that for your Saturday. 🙂
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You’re welcome and thank you. Laughing, let’s hold of on anything pleasant until Saturday, ha-ha! But today was hump day and we both survived and tomorrow I thought was “our day”, I know I’m scattered brained, did I remember correctly? Due to Thursday being the eve of Friday. Ha-ha! So tomorrow can definitely be a little better than okay. With all this said, have a okay but not so great evening. 😉
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I thought Friday was our day and Saturday was your day but we can make Thursday our day too, lol. You can have a very very good evening, especially since writing that wonderful poem. ❤
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Ha-ha, okay let’s just add another day! 😉 Thank you again and since I’m to have a very very good evening, you must too! 🙂 *Hugs* ❤
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Love peonies. Something strong and powerfully delicate about them.
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“Strong and powerfully delicate”… I like that. Thank you Noelle. 🙂
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so sensual!
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Indeed, thanks Cybele. 🙂
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