The Orchid Flower
(By Sam Hamill)
Just as I wonder
whether it's going to die,
the orchid blossoms
and I can't explain why it
moves my heart, why such pleasure
comes from one small bud
on a long spindly stem, one
blood red gold flower
opening at mid-summer,
tiny, perfect in its hour.
Even to a white-
haired craggy poet, it's
purely erotic,
pistil and stamen, pollen,
dew of the world, a spoonful
of earth, and water.
Erotic because there's death
at the heart of birth,
drama in those old sunrise
prisms in wet cedar boughs,
deepest mystery
in washing evening dishes
or teasing my wife,
who grows, yes, more beautiful
because one of us will die.
Yeah, it's about time we got some orchids on this blog. ;-)
And here are a few vids to celebrate our gorgeous floral friends. First, a cool time-lapse vid of an orchid blooming:
Then some music from the White Stripes. Woo hoo!!!
Here's a link to Sam Hamill's Wikipedia page.
And here's a link to the White Stripes' Wikipedia page.
Enjoy!!!
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