The lilacs wither in the Carolinas.
Already the butterflies flutter above the cabins.
Already the new-born children interpret love
In the voices of mothers.
Timeless mothers,
How is it that your aspic nipples
For once vent honey?
The pine-tree sweetens my body
The white iris beautifies me.
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Comments1Wow, this is such a beautiful and vivid poem! I love the imagery of nature and how it's intertwined with expressions of love and birth. The mention of the lilacs and butterflies gives a real sense of place and time. The tenderness of motherhood is portrayed so well. Overall, a wonderfully captivating and enchanting piece!