Tuesday, June 21, 2011

staggered by their own luxuriance



I meant to post this yesterday in celebration of the first day of summer, but the day got away from me. The photos are of the peonies I bought for my desk at work yesterday (hence the faux wood desktop in the background). Few things will encourage coworkers to stop by and chat like beautiful flowers (and pending deadlines -- but that's a different kind of conversation!).

The poem below is one of my favorites. Enjoy!

Peonies at Dusk

White peonies blooming along the porch
send out light
while the rest of the yard grows dim.

Outrageous flowers as big as human
heads! They’re staggered
by their own luxuriance: I had
to prop them up with stakes and twine.

The moist air intensifies their scent,
and the moon moves around the barn
to find out what it’s coming from.

In the darkening June evening
I draw a blossom near, and bending close
search it as a woman searches
a loved one’s face.

Jane Kenyon from Constance (1993)

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