Some Mary Oliver tonic for an extraordinarily toxic week in America
I know someone who kisses the way
a flower opens, but more rapidly.
Flowers are sweet. They have
short, beatific lives. They offer
much pleasure. There is
nothing in the world that can be said
Sad, isn't it, that all they can kiss
is the air.
Yes, yes! We are the lucky ones.
Over a century ago, grandparents of these irises inspired Van Gogh to paint his series. This is the same garden he saw from his asylum bedroom window.