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« on: May 16 2003, 15:29 »

This was sent to me by a climbing friend, thought you might enjoy it:
"The Summer Day
 

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean -- the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down,
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forarms, and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
 
I don't know what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
 
 by  Mary Oliver
« Last Edit: May 16 2003, 15:36 by 7summits »
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Re:Poem
« Reply #1 on: Oct 9 2003, 04:10 »

catchy, sounds like something Dick Bass would say
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