The Swan by Mary Oliver

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Another gorgeous poem by my favorite, Mary Oliver.

The Swan

Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?

Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air –

An armful of white blossoms,

A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned

into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,

Biting the air with its black beak?

Did you hear it, fluting and whistling

A shrill dark music – like the rain pelting the trees – like a waterfall

Knifing down the black ledges?

And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds –

A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet

Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?

And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?

And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?

And have you changed your life?

~by Mary Oliver

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  3 comments for “The Swan by Mary Oliver

  1. April 2, 2011 at 8:40 am

    perfect – thank you.

  2. Melissa
    April 2, 2011 at 11:05 am

    you’re welcome Mary. Glad you like it. I think her poetry is so beautiful.

  3. Melissa
    April 11, 2011 at 1:32 am

    Mary, I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but your blog isn’t showing up when I type in your web address or when I click on links. Maybe you’re just tweaking your site? Just thought I’d let you know in case you were wondering why you weren’t getting comments. 😉


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