Sunday Poetry: We are the flower

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.  If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here.    

What’s your part?  Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen. No analysis needed or required. Let the poem sink in and move you wherever it may. If you’d like to tell us what the day’s poem means in your life, or what word or phrase you’ve chosen to reflect on in the coming week, or where those reflections have taken you, we would be honored to have your comment. 

Today’s poem is by Emily Dickinson and in public domain so I can share it directly with you.  I loved the imagery, death being cast as night with all it’s possibilities.  I found this on Writer’s Almanac, as I often find our poems, and the title is in lower case letters, as you see it here.  What if anything moves you about this poem and makes you consider your life or days?

The daisy follows soft the sun

The daisy follows soft the sun,
And when his golden walk is done,
Sits shyly at his feet.
He, waking, finds the flower near.
“Wherefore, marauder, art thou here?”
“Because, sir, love is sweet!”

We are the flower, Thou the sun!
Forgive us, if as days decline,
We nearer steal to Thee, —
Enamoured of the parting west,
The peace, the flight, the amethyst,
Night’s possibility!


  1. DanaB on July 17, 2011 at 9:38 am

    One of my favorites, as I love both sunshine and daisies!

    • Emilie Richards on July 17, 2011 at 9:47 am

      Yes, and I love the amethyst night’s possibilities. Wonderful images.

  2. Wanda on July 17, 2011 at 12:55 pm

    I love the imagery this poem envokes.

  3. GladysMP on July 19, 2011 at 12:17 am

    I liked: We nearer steal to Thee. As Christians, we should feel that we do draw nearer to God as the days go by. It is a comforting feeling, not one of dispair.

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