Remembering Poetry and Poets -now, now, now, now, now! (thank you, Mary Oliver)


“for how many years have you gone through the house

shutting the windows,

while the rain was still five miles away 

and veering, o plum-colored clouds, to the north

away from you

and you did not even know enough

to be sorry,

you were glad

those silver sheets, with the occasional golden staple,

were sweeping on, elsewhere,

violent and electric and uncontrollable–

and will you find yourself finally wanting to forgetall enclosures, including

the enclosure of yourself, o lonely leaf, and will you

dash finally, frantically,

to the windows and haul them open and lean out

to the dark, silvered sky, to everything


that is beyond capture, shouting

i’m here, i’m here! now, now, now, now, now.”-Mary Oliver


I am not even going to pretend I can add to this.  So grateful for the reminder.  Poetry.  Adding it back in, now, now, now, now, now!









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