March 2, 2013
Other Inspirations
Early Morning (September 8, 2010)
Summer Day (September 18, 2010)
Now I Become Myself (January 8, 2011)
Directions for Dreaming (March 24, 2011)
By Mary Oliver
In winter
    all the singing is in
       the tops of the trees
          where the wind-bird
with its white eyes
    shoves and pushes
       among the branches.
          Like any of us
he wants to go to sleep,
    but he's restless-
       he has an idea,
          and slowly it unfolds
from under his beating wings
    as long as he stays awake
       But his big, round music, after all,
          is too breathy to last.
So, it's over.
    In the pine-crown
       he makes his nest,
          he's done all he can.
I don't know the name of this bird,
    I only imagine his glittering beak
          while the clouds-
which he has summoned
    from the north-
       which he has taught
          to be mild, and silent-
thicken, and begin to fall
    into the world below		

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