Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Happy Spring!

William Adolphe Bouguerau's The Return of Spring
Spring

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 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.

~ Mary Oliver ~





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