Friday, February 15, 2013

Mary Oliver: "Mornings at Blackwater"


For years, every morning, I drank
from Blackwater Pond.
It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,
the feet of ducks.

And always it assuaged me
from the dry bowl of the very far past.

What I want to say is
that the past is the past,
and the present is what your life is,
and you are capable
of choosing what will be, darling citizen.

So come to the pond,
or the river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,

and put your lips to the world.
And live
your life.



"Mornings at Blackwater" by Mary Oliver, from Red Bird: Poems of Mary Oliver. © Beacon Press, 2009.

Photograph: Detail from "Hands Cupping Water," by Ray Davis (originally color).


1 comment :

  1. I love Mary Oliver's poetry. So life-affirming.

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