Thursday, July 9, 2015

Mary Oliver: "The Faces of Deer"

When for too long I don't go deep enough
into the woods to see them, they begin to
enter my dreams. Yes, there they are, in the
pinewoods of my inner life. I want to live a life
full of modesty and praise. Each hoof of each
animal makes the sign of a heart as it touches
then lifts away from the ground. Unless you
believe that heaven is very near, how will you
find it? Their eyes are pools in which one
would be content, on any summer afternoon,
to swim away through the door of the world.
Then, love and its blessing. Then: heaven.

"The Faces of Deer" by  Mary Oliver. Text as published in New and Selected Poems: Volume Two (Beacon Press, 2007).

Art credit: Untitled image by unknown photographer.


  1. Beautiful! I just posted about waiting for our doe to share her new twins with us in the mornings. Thank you for this poem.

    1. On behalf of the poet(!), you're very welcome.


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