Lily – my childhood flower. I learned to walk
among your stalks. And your ancient sophistication
is part of me now; your beauty beholds me / I behold you,
and The World is good glimpsed from your point of view.
Of my sad boyhood face there remains a dream-trace,
and your fragrance and form taught me all I should know:
Stand tall and upfront and, well – put on a show.
Elegant, primitive, glowing style…
Lily, you sleep as a bulb under snow,
then you hold your head high in the summer awhile.
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Alexander Best, July 31st, 2013
Photographs of Lilies in Toronto gardens by Elisabeth Springate (July 28th– 30th, 2013)
