Thursday, July 18, 2013


The Lily
 by Mary Oliver
from the book Why I Wake Early
Night after night
enters the face
of the lily

which, lightly,
closes it five walls
around itself,
and its purse

of honey, 
and its fragrance
and is content
to stand there

in the garden 
not quite sleeping, 
and, maybe,
saying in lily language

some small words
we can't hear
even when there is no wind

its lips
are so secret,
its tongue
is so hidden-

or, maybe,
it says nothing at all 
but just stands there
with the patience

of vegetables
and saints
until the whole earth has turned around
and the silver moon

becomes the golden sun-
as the lily absolutely knew it would,
which is itself, isn't it, 
the perfect prayer? 

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