How I Go to the Woods
by Mary Oliver
Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.
I don't really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible, I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.
2 comments:
"…I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours."
Beautiful. I haven't read this Mary Oliver poem before. I love it.
Thank you for your Mary Oliver posts. She was my mother's favorite poet and was read at her funeral. I read e.e. cummings 'in just spring'....
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