In the following poem, Emily Dickinson longs for a way to traverse the distance between life and afterlife. Other poets have described the beautiful iris flowers (aka "flags" or "swords") as messengers from the afterlife, traveling back from the otherworld, offering new perspectives on mortality and light.
Under the Grass and the Dirt,
Under the Beetle's Cellar
Under the Clover's Root,
Further than Arm could stretch
Were it Giant long,
Further than Sunshine could
Were the Day Year long,
Over the Light, yet over,
Over the Arc of the Bird—
Over the Comet's chimney—
Over the Cubit's Head,
Further than Guess can gallop
Further than Riddle ride—
Oh for a Disc to the Distance
Between Ourselves and the Dead!
by Emily Dickinson
Partly Cloudy Flower Moon (Pre - Eclipse)
~ May Moonbeams ~
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