Thursday, March 15, 2012

Good words: Spring, by Mary Oliver

Somewhere
a black bear
has just risen from sleep
and is staring

down the mountain
All night
in the brisk and shallow restlessness
of early spring

I think of her,
her four black fists flicking the gravel,
her tongue

like a red fire
touching the grass,
the cold water
There is only one question:

how to love this world.
I think of her
rising
like a black and leafy ledge

to sharpen her claws against
the silence
of the trees.
Whatever else

my life is
with its poems
and its music
and its glass cities,

it is also this dazzling darkness
coming
down the mountain,
breathing and tasting;

all day I think of her–
her white teeth,
her wordlessness,
her perfect love.

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