Thursday, November 30, 2006

Poetry Thursday - Stormy Words I Love

There is something
about the snow-laden sky
in winter
in the late afternoon

that brings to the heart elation
and the lovely meaninglessness
of time.
Whenever I get home - whenever -

somebody loves me there.
I stand in the same dark peace
as any pine tree,

or wander on slowly
like the still unhurried wind,
as for a gift,

for the snow to begin
which it does
at first casually,
then, irrepressibly.

Wherever else I live -
in music, in words,
in the fires of the heart,
I abide just as deeply

in this nameless, indivisible place,
this world,
which is falling apart now,
which is white and wild,

which is faithful beyond all our expressions of faith,
our deepest prayers.
Don't worry, sooner or later I'll be home.
Red-checked from the roused wind,

I'll stand in the doorway
stamping my boots and slapping my hands,
my shoulders
covered with stars.

Mary Oliver, Walking Home From Oak-Head
(from Thirst)


jzr said...

Mary Oliver is just the best!! This poem is just wonderful!

robin andrea said...

What a beautiful poem, and a lovely photograph.

Endment said...

You always seem to post just the thing needed to go with my day.
The Oliver poem is great and the photo perfect

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