Wild Iris

The Grass Widow (Olsynium douglasii) is a member of the Iris family and the sole representative of its genus in the United States.

It grows in our pastures, blooming in late March and early April.

The Wild Iris
by Louise Gluck
At the end of my suffering
there was a door.

Hear me out: that which you call death
I remember.

Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.
Then nothing. The weak sun
flickered over the dry surface.

It is terrible to survive
as consciousness
buried in the dark earth.

Then it was over: that which you fear, being
a soul and unable
to speak, ending abruptly, the stiff earth
bending a little. And what I took to be
birds darting in low shrubs.

You who do not remember
passage from the other world
I tell you I could speak again: whatever
returns from oblivion returns
to find a voice:

from the center of my life came
a great fountain, deep blue
shadows on azure seawater

Where does the term, grass widow, in literature, derive from? Follow this link.

2 responses to “Wild Iris

  1. That pretty iris looks a little forlorn among the bleak colors of the end of winter, but a sentry of hope too, of what is to come 🙂

  2. emilydickinsonsgarden

    The weather has been a bit gloomy lately, but the irises are standing bravely against it–coming back to find their voice. Nice.

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