mary oliver

i know it’s a bit early for christmas lists and a bit late for birthday wishes…but here are some books on my wish list.

mary oliver.  (twelve moons; dream work; house of light.)  i love this poem, but haven’t found it yet in any of her collections.  i love the last three lines.

worm moon.

1
In March the earth remembers its own name.
Everywhere the plates of snow are cracking.
The rivers begin to sing.  In the sky
the winter stars are sliding away; new stars
appear as, later, small blades of grain
will shine in the dark fields.
And the name of every place
is joyful.

2
The season of curiosity is everlasting
and the hour for adventure never ends,
but tonight
even the men who walked upon the moon
are lying content
by open windows
where the winds are sweeping over the fields,
over water,
over the naked earth
into villages, and lonely country houses, and the vast cities

3
because it is spring;
because once more the moon and the earth are eloping –
a love match that will bring forth fantastic children
who will learn to stand, walk, and finally run over the surface
of earth; who will believe, for years,
that everything is possible.

4
Born of clay,
how shall a man be holy;
born of water,
how shall a man visit the stars;
born of the seasons,
how shall a man live forever?

5
Soon
the child of the red-spotted newt, the eft,
will enter his life from the tiny egg.
on his delicate legs
he will run through the valleys of moss
down to the leaf mold by the streams,
where lately white snow lay upon the earth
like a deep and lustrous blanket
of moon-fire,

6
and probably
everything
is possible.

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