the beauty is between the lines…
This came to me, yesterday by way of a friend’s post on Facebook. The wonderment of Mary Oliver (above-web), is in simplicity and the intimacy she enjoyed in nature’s world; using wording that grabs one immediately, which is a great trait to have if you are a poet!
Hell and Earth
Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.