The Sun
Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the
hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its
heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--
or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?
gone crazy
for power,
for things?
~ Mary Oliver ~
(New and Slected
Poems)
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