Mary Oliver (born 1935)
|Poetry on Gratitude
I was walking the field,
* * *
There are days when I rise from my desk desolate.
There are days when the field water and the slender grasses
and the wild hawks
have it all over the rest of us
whether or not they make clear sense, ride the beautiful
long spine of grammar, whether or not they rhyme.
Mary Oliver, West Wind: Poems and Prose Poems
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