“White Eyes”
by Mary Oliver
In winter
all the singing is in
the tops of the trees,
where the wind-bird
With its white eyes
shoves and pushes
among the branches.
Like any of us
He wants to go to sleep,
but he’s restless–
he has an idea,
and slowly it unfolds
from under his beating wings
as long as he stays awake.
But his big, round music, after all,
is too breathy to last.
Read the rest of the poem here.
Don’t miss Krista Tippet’s recent interview with Mary Oliver at On Being.
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Mary Oliver is a master. I have a collection of her books.
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I haven’t listened to the interview yet, but it is all downloaded and ready to go. Can’t wait! Thanks for sharing this poem today.
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That’s absolutely gorgeous. Thank you for sharing it.
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Lovely poem! Perfect time of year for it. 🙂
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You had me at “Mary Oliver”…
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Thanks for this bit of loveliness. Love her work!
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There’s a reason Oliver is a best-selling poet!
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Oh, that Mary Oliver! Stunning, breathtaking imagery. Leaves me breathless. And unable to write complete sentences either. Apparently.
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I didn’t know about this poem by Mary Oliver – thanks for bringing it into my radar.
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