Present for the Season

Here's a Mary Oliver poem as a Solstice/Hannukah/Christmas/Kwanzaa/whatever present for all of you who've given so much to me.


HUMPBACKS
by Mary Oliver


There is, all around us,
this country
of original fire.
You know what I mean.
The sky, after all, stops at nothing, so something
has to be holding
our bodies
in its rich and timeless stables or else
we would fly away.

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Listen, whatever it is you try
to do with your life, nothing will ever dazzle you
like the dreams of your body,
its spirit
longing to fly while the dead-weight bones
toss their dark mane and hurry
back into the fields of glittering fire
where everything,
even the great whale,
throbs with song.




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