"I have always imagined that Paradise will be some kind of library." ~ Jorge Luis Borges

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Seeing Mary Oliver's Poetry

Today, I was present in my surroundings. A snow day gift of time unfettered by life's tasks.  I was surrounded by light everywhere I looked. These images evoked words and phrases.  


One of the gifts of being a reader is that the words we read become part of us, such is the case with Mary Oliver's poetry. Today's sights brought this poem to mind:

Mindful
by Mary Oliver

Every day
I see or I hear
something
that more or less

kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle

in the haystack
of light.
It is what I was born for --
to look, to listen,

to lose myself
inside this soft world --
to instruct
myself
over and over

in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant --
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help

but grow wise
with such teachings
as these --
the untrimmable light

of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?





4 comments:

  1. I love this poem! It's Poetry Friday today at The Poet Farm! You should link up over there. These pictures are beautiful. :)

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  2. Stunning pictures - the perfect accompaniments to Oliver's poem.

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  3. Perfect pairing (tripling?) of experience, poem, and photos.

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  4. Yes. Mary Oliver helps me so with slowing down and paying attention too. These are gorgeous photos!

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