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| this is the angel tree at Bard which I discovered when I dropped my son off for his freshman semester |
Where do angels
fly in the firmament,
and how many can dance
on the head of a pin?
Well, I don’t care
about that pin dance,
what I know is that
they rest, sometimes,
in the tops of the trees
and you can see them,
or almost see them,
or, anyway, think: what a
wonderful idea.
I have lost as you and
others have possibly lost a
beloved one,
and wonder, where are they now?
The trees, anyway, are
miraculous, full of
angels (ideas); even
empty they are a
good place to look, to put
the heart at rest—all those
leaves breathing the air, so
peaceful and diligent, and certainly
ready to be
the resting place of
strange, winged creatures
that we, in this world, have loved.
Copyright @2009 by Mary Oliver.
From Evidence: Poems, Beacon Press.
2 comments:
This is such a nice post!
So very beautiful--very happy to have found you thanks to the wonderful tg. Actually wrote a post a week ago called "into the trees" and Mary Oliver's poem hit the nail on the head (or the pin) of what I was trying to express.
With Best Wishes from Provence,
Heather
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