Mary Oliver Spring and Here Is the Serpent Again
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See a Problem?
Thanks for telling united states of america about the problem.
(In my slumber I dreamed this verse form)
Someone I loved one time gave me
a box total of darkness.
Information technology took me years to understand
that this, as well, was a gift."
― Thirst
It doesn't have to be
the blueish iris, information technology could exist
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attending, then patch
a few words together and don't try
to make them elaborate, this isn't
a contest merely the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
some other voice may speak."
― Thirst
I think there is no end or return.
No answer, no coming out of it.
Which is the simply mode to dear, isn't it?
This isn't a play ground, this is
earth, our heaven, for a while.
Therefore I have given precedence
to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods
that hold you in the center of my earth.
And I say to my torso: grow thinner still.
And I say to my fingers, type me a pretty song.
And I say to my center: rave on."
― Thirst
― Thirst
Everything needs it: bone, muscles, and fifty-fifty,
while information technology calls the earth its home, the soul.
So the merciful, noisy machine
stands in our house working away in its
lung-like phonation. I hear information technology as I kneel
before the fire, stirring with a
stick of fe, letting the logs
prevarication more than loosely. You, in the upstairs room,
are in your usual position, leaning on your
right shoulder which aches
all day. You are animate
patiently; it is a
beautiful audio. It is
your life, which is so close
to my ain that I would non know
where to drop the knife of
separation. And what does this accept to do
with love, except
everything? Now the burn down rises
and offers a dozen, singing, deep-cherry
roses of flame. And so information technology settles
to quietude, or maybe gratitude, as it feeds
as we all practice, equally we must, upon the invisible gift:
our purest, sweet necessity: the air."
― Thirst
I'm humbled,
I'm without words
sufficient to say
how it has been difficult equally flint,
and soft as a bound pond,
both of these
and over and over,
and long pale afternoons besides,
and so many mysteries
beautiful as eggs in a nest,
still unhatched
though warm and watched over
by something I have never seen –
a tree affections, peradventure,
or a ghost of holiness.
Every mean solar day I walk out into the world
to be dazzled, then to be reflective.
It suffices, information technology is all comfort –
along with human being beloved,
dog love, water beloved, footling-serpent love,
sunburst love, or love for that smallest of birds
flight among the ruddy flowers.
There is hardly time to think about
stopping, and lying down at last
to the long afterlife, to the tenderness
withal to come up, when
fourth dimension will skirt over the atypical pond, and go forever,
and nosotros will pretend to melt away into the leaves.
Equally for expiry,
I tin't wait to be the hummingbird,
can you lot?"
― Thirst
― Thirst
― Thirst
― Thirst
think y'all are sauntering along
five anxiety up in the air, the body of water a blue fire
around your ankles, the lord's day
on your face on your shoulders its golden mouth whispering
(so it seems) you! y'all! yous!"
― Thirst
― Thirst
in the cumbered neighborhoods or even,
as Mozart sometimes managed to, in a palace,
offering tune after melody afterward tune,
making some hard-hearted prince
prudent and kind, simply by being happy"
― Thirst
Hither the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blueish plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still half-perfect? Let me
keep my heed on what matters,
which is my work,
which is mostly continuing still and learning to be
astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a listen and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that nosotros live forever."
― Thirst
At that place are these: the blue
skirts of the ocean walking in now, almost
to the edge of boondocks,
and a 1000 birds, in their incredible wings
which they call back nil of, crying out
that the day is long, the fish are plentiful.
And friends, being as kind as friends tin can be,
striving to lift the darkness.
Forgive me, Lord of honeysuckle, of trees,
of notebooks, of typewriters, of music,
that at that place are also these:
the lover, the singer, the poet
asleep in the shadows.
A Note Left on the Door
There are these: the bluish
skirts of the ocean walking in now, almost
to the edge of boondocks,
and a thousand birds, in their incredible wings
which they recall zip of, crying out
that the twenty-four hour period is long, the fish are plentiful.
And friends, being as kind every bit friends can exist,
striving to lift the darkness.
Forgive me, Lord of honeysuckle, of trees,
of notebooks, of typewriters, of music,
that there are also these:
the lover, the vocaliser, the poet
asleep in the shadows."
― Thirst
a box total of darkness. It took me years to understand
that this, as well, was a gift."
― Thirst: Poems
But this much I accept learned—
if not enough else—
to live with my eyes open."
― Thirst: Poems
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