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Zantedeschia aethiopica Calla Lily
Emily Dickinson wrote this poem about the lily’s development – “forgets its humble earlier state when it was a bulb covered with mold,” writes Judith Farr in her book, “The Gardens of Emily Dickinson”. “Then with its bell, it ‘swings’ like bell in the meadow, ectastic as a mystic who has been formed by the spiritual life. Indeed the calla lily’s “cowl” recalls a monk’s,” says Ms. Farr.
Through the Dark Sod – as Education –
The Lily passes sure –
Feels her white foot – no trepidation –
Her faith – no fear –
Afterward – in the Meadow –
Swinging her Beryl Bell –
The mold-life – all forgotten – now –
In Extasy – and Dell