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Poetry Friday: Snowy Night by Mary Oliver

January 31st, 2014 (06:00 am)
artistic

Current Mood: artistic
Current Song: Leverage score music by Joseph LoDuca

Last night, an owl
in the blue dark
tossed
an indeterminate number

of carefully shaped sounds into
the world, in which,
a quarter of a mile away, I happened
to be standing.

I couldn't tell
which one it was –
the barred or the great-horned
ship of the air –

it was that distant.
But, anyway,
aren't there moments
that are better than knowing something,
and sweeter? Snow was falling,

so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more

than prettiness.
if this were someone else's story
they would have insisted on
whatever is knowable – would have hurried

over the fields
to name it – the owl, I mean.
But it's mine, this poem of the night,
and I just stood there, listening and holding out

my hands to the soft glitter
falling through the air. I love this world,
but not for its answers.
And I wish good luck to the owl,

whatever its name –
and I wish great welcome to the snow,
whatever its severe and comfortless
and beautiful meaning.

- Snowy Night by Mary Oliver

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Comments

Posted by: mlyearofreading (mlyearofreading)
Posted at: February 2nd, 2014 11:05 pm (UTC)
Oh, yes!

"But, anyway,
aren't there moments
that are better than knowing something,
and sweeter?"

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: February 2nd, 2014 11:08 pm (UTC)
Re: Oh, yes!

Something to remember.

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