Calla Lilies no justice does this picture bring to that which makes the heart sing

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