Monday, May 16, 2005

Sleeping In The Forest

Sleeping In The Forest
from Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems Vol.1

I thought the earth
remembered me, she
took me back tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the river bed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.


Blogger Meredith said...

I love Mary Oliver, too. This is one of my favorites:

At Blackwater Pond

At Blackwater Pond
the tossed waters have settled
after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands.
I drink a long time.
It tastes like stone, leaves, fire.
It falls cold into my body,
waking the bones.
I hear them deep inside me,
oh what is that beautiful thing
that just happened?

Mary Oliver

11:57 PM  

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