Category Archives: poetry

I was wordless in the singing world.

nature, poetry, work,

It is never my lot to “trifle around with a poem” the way Mary very profitably does, but I know about the thrill of getting unstuck and running (after a fashion) out the door. Just wandering in the garden often changes my mood drastically.  Rain is falling here at this moment, and watering my being.

WORK, SOMETIMES

I was sad all day, and why not. There I was, books piled
on both sides of the table, paper stacked up, words
falling off my tongue.

The robins had been a long time singing, and now it
was beginning to rain.

What are we sure of? Happiness isn’t a town on a map,
or an early arrival, or a job well done, but good work
ongoing.  Which is not likely to be the trifling around
with a poem.

Then it began raining hard, and the flowers in the yard
were full of lively fragrance.

You have had days like this, no doubt. And wasn’t it
wonderful, finally, to leave the room? Ah, what a
moment!

As for myself, I swung the door open. And there was
the wordless, singing world. And I ran for my life.

-Mary Oliver

Older photo, from a little later in spring.

Adam’s Complaint

Lent, poetry,

In the Orthodox Church, today we remember the Expulsion of Adam and Eve from Paradise. Tomorrow is the beginning of Great Lent, and Pascha will be May 5th. Yes, this year we are five weeks later than Western Easter. But next year we celebrate on the same day, so that is something to look forward to.

ADAM’S COMPLAINT

Some people,
no matter what you give them,
still want the moon.

The bread,
the salt,
white meat and dark,
still hungry.

The marriage bed
and the cradle,
still empty arms.

You give them land,
their own earth under their feet,
still they take to the roads.

And water: dig them the deepest well,
still it’s not deep enough
to drink the moon from.

-Denise Levertov

Blowing her dandelion breath.

nature, poetry, ,

This afternoon I had to throw off my sweater before I took a walk. I keep being surprised that it’s not chillier, and have to remind myself that it’s March, after all. January and February flew past, maybe because I went on trips out of state both months, and didn’t pay attention to the home front.

I’m hoping that my schedule will be quieter during April. Orthodox Lent and Pascha are very late this year — Lent doesn’t begin until Monday the 18th of March — and I expect to stay home all of April, and let my friends come to visit me. So far two of them are planning to do that. I’m opening my arms to Spring!

SPRING

Just as we lose hope
she ambles in,
a late guest
dragging her hem
of wildflowers,
her torn
veil of mist,
of light rain,
blowing
her dandelion
breath
in our ears;
and we forgive her,
turning from
chilly winter
ways,
we throw off
our faithful
sweaters
and open
our arms.

-Linda Pastan