Thursday, March 25, 2010

Longing for the warmth of Summer

 

Daisies

It is possible, I suppose that sometime 
we will learn everything 
there is to learn: what the world is, for example, 
and what it means. I think this as I am crossing 
from one field to another, in summer, and the 
mockingbird is mocking me, as one who either 
knows enough already or knows enough to be 
perfectly content not knowing. Song being born 
of quest he knows this: he must turn silent 
were he suddenly assaulted with answers. Instead 
oh hear his wild, caustic, tender warbling ceaselessly 
unanswered. At my feet the white-petalled daisies display 
the small suns of their center piece, their - if you don't 
mind my saying so - their hearts. Of course 
I could be wrong, perhaps their hearts are pale and 
narrow and hidden in the roots. What do I know? 
But this: it is heaven itself to take what is given, 
to see what is plain; what the sun lights up willingly; 
for example - I think this 
as I reach down, not to pick but merely to touch - 
the suitability of the field for the daisies, and the 
daisies for the field.

~Mary Oliver~

2 comments:

建霖 said...

世間事沒有一樣沒有困難,只要有信心去做,至少可以做出一些成績。 ..................................................

Delphyne said...

Thank you, I think!!