Summer Day.

August 18, 2011

I don't know a lot about poetry.  But I know what I love.  I love this poem.  (And every poem by Mary Oliver.)  I've been thinking about it lately, as summer seems to be in full force, yet knowing autumn is just around the corner.

The Summer Day
by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper. I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar from my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her ple forearmsand thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is/
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

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  1. hmm, love that poem. I'm usually not patient enough for a lot of poetry, but what I love, I really love. It really does evoke summer and gratitude. And when I get some real summer (soon!) i'll be very grateful.

  2. I love that poem. A college professor read it to our graduating English class. :)

  3. Love love love Mary Oliver! Thanks for posting!

  4. It is a lovely poem, perfect for this season.


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