Sunday, July 17, 2011

Sunday Morning Poetry

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



1 comment:

  1. This poem is just stunning. Absolutely stunning. How have I not read it before?

    I might need to check her out at the library. Thanks for sharing!

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