I guess my recent book has made more of an impact on me that I realised because when I started thinking about today’s poem this one pop right up in my mind.

It’s by Mary Oliver (again… but I’m not apologising), from the collection called “Why I wake early”.

“Mindful”  by Mary Oliver

Every day
      I see or hear
                  that more or less

kills me
      with delight,
            that leaves me
                  like a needle

in the haystack
      of light.
            It was what I was born for —
                  to look, to listen,

to lose myself
      inside this soft world —
            to instruct myself
                  over and over

in joy,
      and acclamation.
            Nor am I talking
                  about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,
      the very extravagant —
            but of the ordinary,
                  the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations.
      Oh, good scholar,
            I say to myself,
                  how can you help

but grow wise
      with such teachings
            as these —
                  the untrimmable light

of the world,
      the ocean’s shine,
            the prayers that are made
                  out of grass?


One thought on “– 27 – poetry Monday

  1. Amy L says:

    It was with sheer pleasure that I attended an evening of poetry with Mary and Billy Collins two years ago. In the question and answer portion, someone asked Mary where she did her writing. She replied, “I have trouble staying in buildings.” I wrote that down. She was marvelous. He was too. The two of them together – monumental! Sigh.


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