Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Praise to the Poets of the world


If ever I wake up in the morning and feel alone in this beautiful, or terrifying, or enchanted world, I head straight to my bookshelf, and with closed eyes I reach for the poetry books that live there. I reach for Mary Oliver, or Hafiz, or Rumi, or Rilke, or some other wonderful and courageous poet willing to talk about the things that really matter, willing to dive down below the formalities of this civilized world and into the very heart of all things. 

And when I pour my steaming cup of ginger tea and snuggle in with my four legged friends on our pillowed floor, the words on those pages hold me.  And I can't help but read out loud to my purring cat and my slumbering dog, to my wilted dahlia's in their potted vase and the spider who made a web last night while I was asleep, to the dirty dishes on the kitchen counter and the cawing crow on the roof.  Poets have a way of reminding me that I am not alone, that there are people who have marveled at the sky and the stars that shine there since the beginning of time, that there is a big and beautiful mystery, that we are all a part of. 

Fall Song

Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves

the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows,
unmattering back

from the particular island
of this summer, this Now, that now is nowhere

except underfoot, moldering
in that black subterranean castle

of unobservable mysteries-roots and sealed seeds
and the wanderings of water.  This

I try to remember when time's measure
painfully chafes, for instance when autumn

flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing
to stay-how everything lives, shifting

from one bright vision to another, forever
in these momentary pastures.

~ Mary Oliver

2 comments:

herhimnbryn said...

Hallo there. Mary Oliver is so right, so prescient, isn't she?
Thankyou for dropping by my 'keep it simple' place. I am honoured that you have added me to you links.
I will be knocking on your blog door now and would love a cup of tea:)

utopianfragments said...

thanks for this list of poems from your life.. i know maby one of them and will search for the others.
currently my favourite poet is Leonard cohen and his Book of Longing.
he is indeed very.. mm.. hard sometimes and going straight to the point but beautiful insights are always containd inside