Posted by: Philip Carr-Gomm | January 3, 2014



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?

~ Mary Oliver


  1. Being on the bard path Is such a treasure!thank you Mary fior the freshest spirit

  2. A really bardic expression for the untellable. It’s wonderful!

  3. a talented poet, blessed with the power of eloquentia, the knowledge of justice, open eye(s) and in balance with the four elements. I enjoyed reading this beautifull poem. Thank you very much and blessed be.

  4. I don’t think there is anything that Mary Oliver writes that is less than perfect. She is a damned fine druid!

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