Saturday, May 22, 2010

Sunshine at last

It is almost impossible to remember the last time we had a day which was truly warm & promised nothing but uninterrupted sunshine. A good time to remember Mary Oliver’s poem The Sun, for the pleasure that fills you.


from The Sun

do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure

that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you

as you stand there,
empty-handed—
or have you too
turned from this world—

or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?

Mary Oliver
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