Tuesday, March 24, 2015

How To Love This World - Mary Oliver

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Spring
  
Somewhere
a black bear
has just risen from sleep
and is staring

down the mountain.
All night
in the brisk and shallow restlessness
of early spring

I think of her,
her four black fists
flicking the gravel,
her tongue

like a red fire
touching the grass,
the cold water.
There is only one question:

how to love this world.
I think of her
rising
like a black and leafy ledge

to sharpen her claws against
the silence
of the trees.
Whatever else

my life is
with its poems
and its music
and its cities,

it is also this dazzling darkness
coming
down the mountain,
breathing and tasting;

all day I think of her –
her white teeth,
her wordlessness,
her perfect love.



          - MaryOliver

This poem by Mary Oliver came to my inbox this morning and it is so perfect, so beautiful, so spring-like, I wanted to share it with you.

7 comments:

  1. I read this one over and over, too. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. Wonderful.. Thank you for the share..

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  3. A very moving and beautiful poem ~ Thanks Sherry ~

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  4. Wordlessness you say, but ain't there the river flowing

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  5. I love Mary Oliver. Nice of her to teach us how to love this world. Thanks for sharing this poem today. It will brighten my whole day.

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