Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Spring comes to Planet Earth

In honor of the first day of spring, a poem by Mary Oliver. This is from her collection House of Light.



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
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
down the mountain,
breathing and tasting;

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


Sharon Martell said...

I love this. Thanks for sharing it, Mead.

Mead said...

Glad you liked it, Sharon. Mary Oliver is such a quietly marvelous writing, isn't she.....

C A Wohlmut said...

One of my all time faves. I am currently have two of her collections on my bedside table. I try and read one every morning.

Mary Aalgaard said...

One of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets. Gorgeous photo, too!

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