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Hilary | 2082 comments Mary Oliver - Black Oaks

Okay, not one can write a symphony, or a dictionary,

or even a letter to an old friend, full of remembrance
and comfort.

Not one can manage a single sound though the blue jays
carp and whistle all day in the branches, without
the push of the wind.

But to tell the truth after a while I'm pale with longing
for their thick bodies ruckled with lichen

and you can't keep me from the woods, from the tonnage

of their shoulders, and their shining green hair.

Today is a day like any other: twenty-four hours, a
little sunshine, a little rain.

Listen, says ambition, nervously shifting her weight from
one boot to another -- why don't you get going?

For there I am, in the mossy shadows, under the trees.

And to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists
of idleness, I don't want to sell my life for money,

I don't even want to come in out of the rain.

message 2: by Hilary (new)

Hilary | 2082 comments This poem really resonates with me. I love being in the woods and under the trees.

message 3: by Lee (new)

Lee This is beautiful - I love the bit about not wanting to sell her life for money.
I'm a great one for holding on to the wrists of idleness myself :o)

message 4: by Hilary (new)

Hilary | 2082 comments Me too Lee unfortunately

message 5: by Laurel (new)

Laurel | 1486 comments Mod
Love this, resonates with me too.

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