Wednesday, March 28, 2012

your one wild and precious life

"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver

The Summer Day

By Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,

which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

Baby Bump #2, week 17

5 comments:

  1. i have always loved this poem. thank you for sharing it <3
    ahhh, your bump IS precious!! <3
    i've been thinking about you and hope you're feeling well!
    xoxo
    maria

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  2. lovely poem
    lovely blog
    lovely photography

    :)

    big vans would be so embarrassing.
    I have so much to be thankful for.

    carin

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  3. so beautiful! and that baby bump is just precious!!
    xo TJ

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