Friday, August 9, 2013

The Poet: Mary Oliver, "Can You Imagine?"

 
"Can You Imagine?"
 

"For example, what the trees do
not only in lightning storms
or the watery dark of a summer's night
or under the white nets of winter
but now, and now, and now - whenever
we're not looking.  Surely you can't imagine
they don't dance, from the root up, wishing
to travel a little, not cramped so much as wanting
a better view, or more sun, or just as avidly
more shade - surely you can't imagine they just
stand there loving every
minute of it, the birds or the emptiness, the dark rings
of the years slowly and without a sound
thickening, and nothing different unless the wind,
and then only in its own mood, comes
to visit, surely you can't imagine
patience, and happiness, like that."

- Mary Oliver, "Long Life"

1 comment:

  1. "I love press my hand on the trunk of a tree in front of which I pass, not to be sure of the existence of the tree - of which I have no doubt - but of mine."
    C.Bobin

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