Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Reminds me of my friend Eric.

Who has not forgotten the sunset.

Have you ever seen
in your life
more wonderful than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone—
and how it slides again out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance—
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love—
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you as you stand there,
or have you too
turned from this world— or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?

~ Mary Oliver

1 comment: said...

i am with you at dawn and dusk. always in the gloaming.