Spring

handmade greeting card, collage art

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Somewhere

a black bear

has just risen from sleep

and is staring

·

down the mountain.

All night

in the brisk and shallow restlessness

of early spring

·

I think of her,

her four black fists

flicking the gravel,

her tongue

·

like a red fire

touching the grass,

the cold water.

There is only one question:

·

how to love this world.

I think of her

rising

like a black and leafy ledge

·

to sharpen her claws against

the silence

of the trees.

Whatever else

·

my life is

with its poems

and its music

and its glass cities,

·

it is also this dazzling darkness

coming

down the mountain,

breathing and tasting;

·

all day I think of her—

her white teeth,

her wordlessness,

her perfect love.

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—Mary Oliver

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. jackspratt823
    Mar 21, 2013 @ 11:21:14

    It’s fantastically good….this is the kind of poem we all want to be able to write.

    Reply

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