Saturday, April 2, 2016

National Poetry Month, Day Two

Today's poem is "Luke" by Mary Oliver, from Dog Songs (Penguin, 2015).


Luke


I had a dog
    who loved flowers.
        Briskly she went
           through the fields,

yet paused
     for the honeysuckle
         or the rose,
           her dark head

and her wet nose
    touching
       the face
          of every one

with its petals
    of silk,
        with its fragrance
           rising

into the air
   where the bees,
       their bodies
           heavy with pollen,

hovered--
    and easily
        she adored
           every blossom,

not in the serious,
     careful way
        that we choose
            this blossom or that blossom--

the way we praise or don't praise--
    the way we love
        or don't love--
           but the way

we long to be--
     that happy
        in the heaven of earth--
           that wild, that loving.


--Mary Oliver



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