Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Wednesday's tile and poem: Is it too early to be thinking about summer?


The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
This grasshopper, I mean-
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
with your one wild and precious life?
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?
—Mary Oliver