I suppose my favorite poem is worth re-posting

On this, the new blog, years later…

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 out of 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 pale forearms and 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?

~ ~ ~

It’s the last four lines.  It’s the last four lines…  Really the last three.

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4 responses to “I suppose my favorite poem is worth re-posting

  1. So much of life is not used, you know? Great poem.

  2. Certainly worth re-posting! My guess is that Mary Oliver is much better known in the states than she is in the UK. Wonderful poem!

    • Having only yet briefly surveyed the world of poetry myself, I cannot really say. But she is an American contemporary poet, so that certainly stands to reason. 🙂 Glad you liked it!

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