Mary Oliver

west wind #2

you are young. so you know everything. you leap
into the boat and begin rowing. but listen to me.
without fanfare, without embarrassment, without
any doubt, i talk directly to your soul. listen to me.
lift the oars from the water, let your arms rest, and
your heart, and heart’s little intelligence, and listen to
me. there is life without love. it is not worth a bent
penny, or a scuffed shoe. it is not worth the body of a
dead dog nine days unburied. when you hear, a mile
away and still out of sight, the churn of the water
as it begins to swirl and roil, fretting around the
sharp rocks – when you hear that unmistakable
pounding – when you feel the mist on your mouth
and sense ahead the embattlement, the long falls
plunging and steaming – then row, row for your life
toward it.
pamarama pamarama
51-55, T
2 Responses Sep 5, 2012

nah, i didn't write it, mary oliver did. you may recognize it as i read it to you befo' i sent da book to lulu...

no I didnt recognize it, everytime i read it i like more though. it truely is good

Thanks for sharing, its very good!!<br />
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Did you write this?<br />
and is it about your sister