Thursday, June 21, 2007

Poetry Thursday~Dasies~Mary Oliver

I have not read much of Mary Oliver so I checked out a book of her poems from the library. I decided not to read poem cover to cover but instead just opened the book to a page and this was the first one I came across. I felt it very appropriate for a sunny, hot summer day. Wouldn't it be nice to roam through a field of Dasie's?


It is possible, I suppose that sometime

we will learn everything

there is to learn: what the world is, for example,

and what it means. I think this as I am crossing

from one field to another, in summer, and the

mockingbird is mocking me, as one who either

knows enough already or knows enough to be

perfectly content not knowing. Song being born

of quest he knows this: he must turn silent

were he suddenly assaulted with answers. Instead

oh hear his wild, caustic, tender warbling ceaselessly

unanswered. At my feet the white-petalled daisies display

the small suns of their center piece, their - if you don't

mind my saying so - their hearts. Of course

I could be wrong, perhaps their hearts are pale and

narrow and hidden in the roots. What do I know?

But this: it is heaven itself to take what is given,

to see what is plain; what the sun lights up willingly;

for example - I think this

as I reach down, not to pick but merely to touch -

the suitability of the field for the daisies, and the

daisies for the field.

~Mary Oliver


Blogger tricia stirling said...

i love mary oliver. this is a beautiful poem. Happy birthday!! i hope this is your best year yet.

11:22 PM  
Blogger lisrobbe said...

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2:42 PM  

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