Saturday, January 10, 2009

Mary Oliver, Nature's greatest Fan

Mary Oliver's poem speaks of the kind of light that Bouguereau captured with paint, the kind that "shines like a miracle and floats above everything." Not only that, but this poem feels especially friendly to me today.


The poppies send up their
orange flares; swaying
in the wind, their congregations
are a levitation

of bright dust, of thin
and lacy leaves
There isn't a place
in this world that doesn't

sooner or later drown
in the indigos of darkness,
but now, for a while,
the roughage

shines like a miracle
as it floats above everything
with its yellow hair.
Of course nothing stops the cold,

black, curved blade
from hooking forward-
of course
loss is a great lesson.

But also I say this: that light
is an invitation
to happiness,
and that happiness,

when it's done right,
is a kind of holiness,
palpable and redemptive.
Inside the bright fields,

touched by their rough and spongy gold,
I am washed and washed
in the river
of earthly delight-

and what are you going to do-
what can you do
about it-
deep, blue night?


Anonymous said...

No one says it more beautifully and succinctly as Mary.

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