Wednesday, September 13, 2017

On the Road

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  1. The Sun

    Have you ever seen
    in your life
    more wonderful

    than the way the sun,
    every evening,
    relaxed and easy,
    floats toward the horizon

    and into the clouds or the hills,
    or the rumpled sea,
    and is gone–
    and how it slides again

    out of the blackness,
    every morning,
    on the other side of the world,
    like a red flower

    streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
    say, on a morning in early summer,
    at its perfect imperial distance–
    and have you ever felt for anything
    such wild love–
    do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
    a word billowing enough
    for the pleasure

    that fills you,
    as the sun
    reaches out,
    as it warms you

    as you stand there,
    or have you too
    turned from this world–

    or have you too
    gone crazy
    for power,
    for things?

    - Mary Oliver


    1. Ah, thank you, Susan.
      Result of reading: I ordered 'American Primitive' and 'The Poetry Handbook' plus Edna St. Vincent Millay's 'Collected Sonnets', 'What Lips my Lips have Kissed' and her biography. :)

  2. I never cease to wonder! The sun, up there.........

    1. Forgive me if I did not present the link properly, Sean. You taught me 10 years ago. I didn't have much practice.

    2. Spectacular! Thank you for the link, Claude. It works, and thus you presented it properly. :)
      Thank you again.