Sunday, December 13, 2009

Straight Talk from Fox



Straight Talk From Fox

Listen says fox it is music to run
over the hills to lick
dew from the leaves to nose along
the edges of the ponds to smell the fat
ducks in their bright feathers but
far out, safe in their rafts of
sleep. It is like
music to visit the orchard, to find
the vole sucking the sweet of the apple, or the
rabbit with his fast-beating heart. Death itself
is a music. Nobody has ever come close to
writing it down, awake or in a dream. It cannot
be told. It is flesh and bones
changing shape and with good cause, mercy
is a little child beside such an invention. It is
music to wander the black back roads
outside of town no one awake or wondering
if anything miraculous is ever going to
happen, totally dumb to the fact of every
moment's miracle. Don't think I haven't
peeked into windows. I see you in all your seasons
making love, arguing, talking about God
as if he were an idea instead of the grass,
instead of the stars, the rabbit caught
in one good teeth-whacking hit and brought
home to the den. What I am, and I know it, is
responsible, joyful, thankful. I would not
give my life for a thousand of yours.

~Mary Oliver~




Photos taken 12-12-09 at the swamp by B. Fontana and used with gratitude.
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3 comments:

Lyon said...

That...is breath taking. I can think of no better thing to read first thing in the morning than this poem. Also, that is a wonderful photo.

Martine said...

This is beautiful.................... poem and photo.
Thank you.
XXXm

Delphyne said...

Thanks, Lyon and Martine. I received 2 of her books of poetry for my birthday, so I expect you'll be seeing more of her word art here!