𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑

her river-lilies

I heard her voice where the river-lilies bloom;
beside the brook wetted by the vernal storms,
and watched over by the great white poplars.

she always had a couple of them dipped in a vase,
sat on her plastic tablecloth
-her favourite flowers those lilies were.

sturdy green stems, a labor to uproot,
and graceful white petals with rosy streaks;
like her temperament,
like the hem of her beloved sundress,
like her high blushing cheeks.

so, her voice I heard on that spring afternoon,
'twas carried by the rushing waters,
and the sun -my pupils it pierced,
revealing some unrivaled wonders;

ah, there she was! riding the probing rays;
she smiled wide and free, singing her songs;
she came, you see, her dearest flower to praise.