Friday, May 7, 2021

"Hold on world, world hold on ..." / Letting go / Solitary Canada Goose in the morning / Rainbow at the end of the day

Mary Oliver
In Blackwater Woods

Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars
of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,
the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders
of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is
nameless now.
Every year
I have ever learned
in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side
is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it
to let it go.




Anonymous said...

This is all so beautiful, am. The music, the poem, and that sunset rainbow. Thank you for all of this.

Colette said...

That poem! I am holding on.

My life so far said...

I love that poem and Mary Oliver in general.

37paddington said...

Those last two stanzas pierced me. Thank you.