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Sunday, September 10, 2006

Happy Birthday Mary Oliver!

Mary Oliver celebrates her birthday today and I celebrate her too!

Here's a Sunday morning celebratory dose - Mary Oliver reading several poems. Go to this link, compliments of Stan Galloway.

He's also posted a wonderful page filled with hyperlinks to Oliver's poetry, some with musical accompaniments.


THE PONDS

Every year
the lilies
are so perfect
I can hardly believe

their lapped light crowding
the black,
mid-summer ponds.
Nobody could count all of them -

the muskrats swimming
among the pads and the grasses
can reach out
their muscular arms and touch

only so many, they are that
rife and wild.
But what in this world
is perfect?

I bend closer and see
how this one is clearly lopsided -
and that one wears an orange blight -
and this one is a glossy cheek

half nibbled away -
and that one is a slumped purse
full of its own
unstoppable decay.

Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled -
to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
I want to believe I am looking

into the white fire of a great mystery.
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing -
that the light is everything - that it is more than the sum
of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.
from House of Light, Beacon Press, 1990
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And I do.

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