Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Tuesday's poem: Freshen the Flowers, She Said by Mary Oliver
Freshen the Flowers, She Said
So I put them in the sink, for the cool porcelain
and took out the tattered and cut each stem
on a slant,
trimmed the black and raggy leaves, and set them all-
roses, delphiniums, daises, iris, lilies,
and more whose names I don't know, in bright new water-
a bounce upward at the end to let them take
their own choice of position, the wheels, the spurs,
the little sheds of the buds. It took, to do this,
perhaps fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes of music
with nothing playing.
(picture taken in Paris, May 2012, by my husband)