Friday, September 18

Here is an amazement - once I was twenty years old
and in every motion of my body
there was a delicious ease,
and in every motion of the green earth
there was
a hint of paradise,
and now I am sixty years old,
and it is the same.

Above the modest house and the palace
- the same darkness.
Above the evil man and the just,
the same stars.
Above the child who will recover
and the child who will
not recover,
the same energies roll forward
from one tragedy to the next and
from one foolishness to the next.

I bow down.
 - Mary Oliver
from Am I Not Among the Early Risers

  • ". . . as I have said often enough, I write for myself in multiplicate,
    a not unfamiliar phenomenon on the horizon of shimmering deserts."
    - Vladimir Nabokov