Sunrise
You can
die for it--
an idea,
or the world. People
die for it--
an idea,
or the world. People
have done
so,
brilliantly,
letting
their small bodies be bound
brilliantly,
letting
their small bodies be bound
to the
stake,
creating
an unforgettable
fury of light. But
creating
an unforgettable
fury of light. But
this morning,
climbing the familiar hills
in the familiar
fabric of dawn, I thought
climbing the familiar hills
in the familiar
fabric of dawn, I thought
of China,
and India
and Europe, and I thought
how the sun
and India
and Europe, and I thought
how the sun
blazes
for everyone just
so joyfully
as it rises
for everyone just
so joyfully
as it rises
under the lashes
of my own eyes, and I thought
I am so many!
What is my name?
of my own eyes, and I thought
I am so many!
What is my name?
What is the name
of the deep breath I would take
over and over
for all of us? Call it
of the deep breath I would take
over and over
for all of us? Call it
whatever you want, it
is
happiness, it is another one
of the ways to enter
fire.
happiness, it is another one
of the ways to enter
fire.
~ Mary Oliver
~
(New and Selected
Poems)
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