What we're doing with our wild and precious lives...
The Summer Day, by Mary Oliver
Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper?This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down- who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall downinto the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
from New and Selected Poems, 1992Beacon Press, Boston, MA Copyright 1992 by Mary Oliver.
2 comments:
Oh goodness - what sweet pictures!
The Seattle trip looked great! The pixs make me want to take my kids there too. Snow in the summer ... aaaaah.
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