Mary Oliver

EARTH SPIRIT WISDOM

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Brief Bio

poetryfoundation.org

 

The poem is not the world.
It isn't even the first page of the world.

But the poem wants to flower,
Like a flower it knows that much.

It wants to open itself,
Like the door of a little temple,
So that you might step in side
And be cooled and be refreshed,
And less yourself than part of everything.

-Mary Oliver

 

[ONE WILD AND PRECIOUS LIFE]

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 down
into 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?

-Mary Oliver

 

 

 

 

 

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