Wednesday, October 23, 2019

Mary Oliver: Mockingbirds


This morning
two mockingbirds
in the green field
were spinning and tossing

the white ribbons
of their songs
into the air.
I had nothing

better to do
than listen.
I mean this
seriously.

In Greece,
a long time ago,
an old couple
opened their door

to two strangers
who were,
it soon appeared,
not men at all,

but gods.
It is my favorite story
— 
 how the old couple
had almost nothing to give

but their willingness
to be attentive
 
but for this alone
the gods loved them

and blessed them
 
when they rose
out of their mortal bodies,
like a million particles of water

from a fountain,
the light
swept into all the corners
of the cottage,

and the old couple,
shaken with understanding,
bowed down
 
but still they asked for nothing

but the difficult life
which they had already.
And the gods smiled, as they vanished,
clapping their great wings.

Wherever it was
I was supposed to be
this morning
 
whatever it was I said

I would be doing
 
I was standing
at the edge of the field
 
I was hurrying

through my own soul,
opening its dark doors
— 
 I was leaning out;
I was listening.
 
Mary Oliver
 

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