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From just over my shoulder

In Uncategorized on 8 October, 2010 at 5:05 am

…and nearly into the rearview goes the Summer of 2010.  These days when the seasons seem to weave in and out of one another are my favorite:  warm yet crisp, busy yet languid.  Before I break out my sweaters and boots, I had to dig out one of my favorite poems:

 

The Summer Day

 

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 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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