Monday, March 15, 2010

of a different sort

(i found this poem accidentally as i searched for a quotation--which i did not ever find--and thought that it suited these photographs well. since sam suggests that my posts are sometimes prohibitively long, and another friend has commented that it's difficult for him to make it to the end of my sentences at times, riddled as they are with semicolons, here's a post of a different sort: brief. and with someone else's words. [you're welcome.])

Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange

sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again

and fasten themselves to the high branches —
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands

of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails

for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it

the thorn
that is heavier than lead —
if it’s all you can do
to keep on trudging —

there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted —

each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
every morning,

whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.

-Mary Oliver


Patricia Berman said...

Well, I do not agree with Sam, or your friend BUT this was just perfect. :)

Meredith said...

Love me some Mary Oliver. Beautiful post.

And there is nothing wrong with semicolons; see?