Mountain Poet's Journal
Writing to live, to love, to laugh, and to explore the Universe of Universes.
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Friday, September 29, 2017
Sunrise - Poem by Mary Oliver
SUNRISE
You candie for it --
an idea,
or the world. People
have done so,
brilliantly,
letting
there small bodies be bound
to the stake,
creating
an unforgettable
fury of light. But
this morning,
climbing the familiar hills
in the familiar
fabric of dawn, I thought
of China
and India
and Europe, and I thought
how the sun
blazes
for everyone just
so joyfully
as it rises
under the lashes
of my own eyes, and I thought
I am so many!
What is my name?
What is the name
of the deep breath I would take
over and over
for all of us? Call it
whatever you want, it is
happiness, it is another one
of the ways to enter
fire.
*
by Mary Oliver, Dream Work
Thursday, September 28, 2017
Poem: Lines Written In The Days of Growing Darkness
LINES WRITTEN IN THE DAYS
OF GROWING DARKNESS
Every year we have been
witness to it: how the
world descends
into a rich mash, in order that
it may resume.
And therefore
who would cry out
to the petals on the ground
to stay,
knowing as we must,
how the vivacity of what was is married
to the vitality of what will be?
I don't say
it's easy, but
what else will do
if the love one claims to have for the world
be true?
So let us go on, cheerfully enough,
this and every crisping day,
though the sun be swinging east
and the ponds be cold and black,
and the sweets of the year be doomed.
***
by - Mary Oliver -
A Thousand Mornings
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