House of Light. Poems
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OTHERBOOKSBYMARYOLIVER
DreamWorkAmericanPrimitiveTwelveMoons
TheRiverStyx,OhioandOtherPoemsNoVoyageandOtherPoems
CHAPBOOKS
SleepingintheForestTheNightTraveler
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ForMollyMaloneCook
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CONTENTS
SOMEQUESTIONSYOUMIGHTASK
MOCCASINFLOWERS
THEBUDDHA’SLASTINSTRUCTION
SPRING
SINGAPORE
THEHERMITCRAB
LILIES
WINGS
THESWAN
THEKINGFISHER
INDONESIA
“ICHBINDERWELTABHANDENGEKOMMEN”TURTLE
THEDEER
THELOONONOAK-HEADPOND
WHATISIT?WRITINGPOEMS
SOMEHERONS
FIVEA.M.INTHEPINEWOODS
LITTLEOWLWHOLIVESINTHEORCHARD
THEGIFT
PIPEFISH
THEKOOKABURRAS
THELILIESBREAKOPENOVERTHEDARKWATER
DEATHATAGREATDISTANCE
THENOTEBOOK
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PRAISE
LOOKINGFORSNAKES
FISHBONES
THEOAKTREEATTHEENTRANCETOBLACKWATERPOND
EVERYTHING
NATURE
SNAKE
THEPONDS
THESUMMERDAY
SERENGETI
THETERNS
ROSES,LATESUMMER
HERONSINWINTERINTHEFROZENMARSH
LOOKINGATABOOKOFVANGOGH’SPAINTINGS,INLEWISBURG,PENNSYLVANIA
FOXESINWINTER
HOWTURTLESCOMETOSPENDTHEWINTERINTHEAQUARIUM,THENAREFLOWN
SOUTHANDRELEASEDBACKINTOTHESEA
CROWS
MAYBE
FINCHES
WHITEOWLFLIESINTOANDOUTOFTHEFIELD
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SOMEQUESTIONSYOUMIGHTASK
Isthesoulsolid,likeiron?Orisittenderandbreakable,likethewingsofamothinthebeakoftheowl?Whohasit,andwhodoesn’t?Ikeeplookingaroundme.ThefaceofthemooseisassadasthefaceofJesus.Theswanopensherwhitewingsslowly.Inthefall,theblackbearcarriesleavesintothedarkness.Onequestionleadstoanother.Doesithaveashape?Likeaniceberg?Liketheeyeofahummingbird?Doesithaveonelung,likethesnakeandthescallop?WhyshouldIhaveit,andnottheanteaterwholovesherchildren?WhyshouldIhaveit,andnotthecamel?Cometothinkofit,whataboutthemapletrees?Whatabouttheblueiris?Whataboutallthelittlestones,sittingaloneinthemoonlight?Whataboutroses,andlemons,andtheirshiningleaves?Whataboutthegrass?
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MOCCASINFLOWERS
Allmylife,sofar,
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Ihavelovedmorethanonething,includingthemossyhoovesofdreams,including
thespongylitterunderthetalltrees.
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Inspringthemoccasinflowersreachforthecracklinglickofthesunandburndown.
Sometimes,intheshadows,Iseethehazyeyes,thelamb-lips
ofoblivion,itsdeepdrowse,andIcanimagineanewnothingintheuniverse,thematted
leavessplittingopen,revealingtheblackplanksofthestairs.
Butallmylife—sofar—Ihavelovedbesthowtheflowersriseandopen,how
thepinklungsoftheirbodiesenterthefireoftheworldandstandthereshiningandwilling—theonethingtheycandobeforetheyshuffleforwardintothefloorofdarkness,theybecomethetrees.
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THEBUDDHA’SLASTINSTRUCTION
“Makeofyourselfalight,”saidtheBuddha,beforehedied.Ithinkofthiseverymorningastheeastbeginstotearoffitsmanycloudsofdarkness,tosendupthefirstsignal—awhitefanstreakedwithpinkandviolet,evengreen.Anoldman,helaydownbetweentwosalatrees,andhemighthavesaidanything,knowingitwashisfinalhour.Thelightburnsupward,itthickensandsettlesoverthefields.Aroundhim,thevillagersgatheredandstretchedforwardtolisten.Evenbeforethesunitselfhangs,disattached,intheblueair,Iamtouched
everywherebyitsoceanofyellowwaves.Nodoubthethoughtofeverythingthathadhappenedinhisdifficultlife.AndthenIfeelthesunitselfasitblazesoverthehills,likeamillionflowerson
fire—clearlyI’mnotneeded,yetIfeelmyselfturningintosomethingofinexplicablevalue.Slowly,beneaththebranches,heraisedhishead.Helookedintothefacesofthatfrightenedcrowd.
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SPRING
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Somewhere
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ablackbearhasjustrisenfromsleepandisstaringdownthemountain.
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AllnightinthebriskandshallowrestlessnessofearlyspringIthinkofher,herfour
blackfistsflickingthegravel,hertongue
likearedfiretouchingthegrass,thecoldwater.Thereisonlyonequestion:howtolovethisworld.
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Ithinkofherrisinglikeablackandleafyledgetosharpenherclawsagainstthesilence
ofthetrees.
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Whateverelsemylifeiswithitspoemsanditsmusicanditsglasscities,itisalsothisdazzlingdarkness
comingdownthemountain,breathingandtasting;alldayIthinkofher—her
whiteteeth,herwordlessness,herperfectlove.
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SINGAPORE
InSingapore,intheairport,adarknesswasrippedfrommyeyes.Inthewomen’srestroom,onecompartmentstoodopen.Awomankneltthere,washingsomethinginthewhitebowl.
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DisgustarguedinmystomachandIfelt,inmypocket,formyticket.
Apoemshouldalwayshavebirdsinit.Kingfishers,say,withtheirboldeyesandgaudywings.Riversarepleasant,andofcoursetrees.Awaterfall,orifthat’snotpossible,afountainrisingandfalling.Apersonwantstostandinahappyplace,inapoem.
WhenthewomanturnedIcouldnotanswerherface.Herbeautyandherembarrassmentstruggledtogether,andneithercouldwin.ShesmiledandIsmiled.Whatkindofnonsenseisthis?Everybodyneedsajob.
Yes,apersonwantstostandinahappyplace,inapoem.Butfirstwemustwatchherasshestaresdownatherlabor,whichisdull
enough.Sheiswashingthetopsoftheairportashtrays,asbigashubcaps,withabluerag.Hersmallhandsturnthemetal,scrubbingandrinsing.Shedoesnotworkslowly,norquickly,butlikeariver.Herdarkhairislikethewingofabird.
Idon’tdoubtforamomentthatshelovesherlife.AndIwanthertoriseupfromthecrustandtheslopandflydowntotheriver.Thisprobablywon’thappen.Butmaybeitwill.Iftheworldwereonlypainandlogic,whowouldwantit?
Ofcourse,itisn’t.NeitherdoImeananythingmiraculous,butonlythelightthatcanshineoutof
alife.Imeanthewaysheunfoldedandrefoldedthebluecloth,thewayhersmilewasonlyformysake;Imeanthewaythispoemisfilledwithtrees,andbirds.
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THEHERMITCRAB
OnceIlookedinsidethedarknessofashellfoldedlikeapastry,andtherewasafancyface—oralmostaface
—itturnedawayandfriskedupitsbrawnyforearmssoquickly
againstthelightandmylookinginIscarcelyhadtimetoseeit,gleaming
underthepurewhiteroofofoldcalcium.WhenIsetitdown,ithurriedalongthetidelineofthesea,
whichwasslashingalongasusual,shoutingandhissingtowardthefuture,turningitsbackwitheverytideonthepast,leavingtheshorelitteredeverymorning
withmoreornamentsofdeath—whatapearlyrubblefromwhichtochooseahouselikeawhiteflower—andwhatarebelliontoleapintoit
andholdon,connectingeverything,thepasttothefuture—whichisofcoursethe
miracle—whichistheonlyargumentthereisagainstthesea.
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LILIES
Ihavebeenthinkingaboutliving
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liketheliliesthatblowinthefields.
Theyriseandfallinthewedgeofthewind,andhavenoshelterfromthetonguesofthecattle,andhavenoclosetsorcupboards,andhavenolegs.
StillIwouldliketobeaswonderful
asthatoldidea.ButifIwerealilyIthinkIwouldwaitalldayforthegreenface
ofthehummingbirdtotouchme.WhatImeanis,couldIforgetmyselfeveninthosefeatheryfields?
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WhenvanGoghpreachedtothepoorofcoursehewantedtosavesomeone—mostofallhimself.Hewasn’talily,andwanderingthroughthebrightfieldsonlygavehimmoreideasitwouldtake
hislifetosolve.IthinkIwillalwaysbelonelyinthisworld,wherethecattlegrazelikeablack
andwhiteriver—wheretheravishingliliesmelt,withoutprotest,ontheirtongues—wherethehummingbird,wheneverthereisafuss,justrisesandfloatsaway.
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WINGS
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Isawtheheron
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poiselikeabranchofwhitepetalsintheswamp,
inthemudthatlieslikeaglaze,
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inthewaterthatswirlsitspalepanelsofreflectedclouds;Isawtheheronshakingits
dampwings—andthenIfelt
anexplosion—apain—
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alsoahappinessIcanhardlymentionasIslidfree—asIsawtheworldthroughthose
yelloweyes—asIstoodlikethat,rippling,underthemottledskyoftheeveningthatwasbeginningtothrowitsdenseshadows.
No!saidmyheart,anddrewback.Butmybonesknewsomethingwonderfulaboutthedarkness—andthey
thrashedintheircords,theyfought,theywantedtoliedowninthatsilkymashoftheswamp,thesoonertofly.
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THESWAN
Acrossthewidewaterssomethingcomesfloating—aslimanddelicate
ship,filledwithwhiteflowers—anditmoves
onitsmiraculousmusclesasthoughtimedidn’texist,asthoughbringingsuchgiftstothedryshorewasahappinessalmostbeyondbearing.
Andnowitturnsitsdarkeyes,itrearrangesthecloudsofitswings,ittrails
anelaboratewebbedfoot,thecolorofcharcoal.Soonitwillbehere.
Oh,whatshallIdowhenthatpoppy-coloredbeakrestsinmyhand?SaidMrs.Blakeofthepoet:Imissmyhusband’scompany—heisso
ofteninparadise.
Ofcourse!thepathtoheavendoesn’tliedowninflatmiles.It’sintheimaginationwithwhichyouperceivethisworld,
andthegestureswithwhichyouhonorit.Oh,whatwillIdo,whatwillIsay,whenthosewhitewings
touchtheshore?
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THEKINGFISHER
Thekingfisherrisesoutoftheblackwavelikeablueflower,inhisbeakhecarriesasilverleaf.Ithinkthisistheprettiestworld—solongasyoudon’t
mindalittledying,howcouldtherebeadayinyourwholelifethatdoesn’thaveitssplashofhappiness?
Therearemorefishthanthereareleavesonathousandtrees,andanywaythekingfisherwasn’tborntothinkaboutit,oranythingelse.
Whenthewavesnapsshutoverhisbluehead,thewaterremainswater—hungeristheonlystory
hehaseverheardinhislifethathecouldbelieve.Idon’tsayhe’sright.NeitherdoIsayhe’swrong.Religiouslyheswallowsthesilverleafwithitsbrokenred
river,andwitharoughandeasycryIcouldn’trouseoutofmythoughtfulbodyifmylifedependedonit,heswingsbackoverthebrightseatodothesamething,todoit(asIlongtodosomething,anything)perfectly.
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INDONESIA
Onthecurving,dustyroadswedrovethroughtheplantationswherethepickersbalancedonthehot
hillsides—thenweclimbedtowardthegreentrees,towardthewhitescarvesoftheclouds,totheinnthatisneverclosedinthisislandoffairestweather.
Thesunhunglikeastone,timedrippedawaylikeasteamingriverandfromsomewhereadrytonguelashed
outitssinglemotto:nowandforever.Andthepickersbalancedonthehothillsideslikegrayandblueblossoms,wrappedintheirheavylayersofclothesagainstthewhipsofthebranchesin
thatworldofleavesnopoorman,withabrownfaceandanemptysack,haseverpickedhiswayoutof.
Attheinnwesteppedfromthecartothegarden,whereteawasbroughttousscaldinginwhitecupsfromthefire.Don’taskifitwasthefireofhoneyorthefireofdeath,don’taskifwewere
determinedtolive,atlast,withmercifulhearts.Wesatamongtheunforgettableflowers.Weletthewhitecupscoolbeforeweraisedthemtoourlips.
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“ICHBINDERWELTABHANDENGEKOMMEN”
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TodayisGustavMahler’sbirthday,and
asusualIwentoutearlyintothesea-greenmorningwherethebirdsweresinging,
alloverbutmostlyatthescallopededgesofthepondsandinthebranchesofthetrees,whichflaredoutanddown,likethe
clothesofourspiritspatientlywaiting.ForhoursIwanderedoverthefieldsandtheonlythingthatkeptme
companywasasong,itglidedalongwithmydeliciousdarkhappiness,myheavy,
bristlingandachingdelightattheworldwhichhasbeenlikethisforeverandforever—theleaves,
thebirds,theponds,theloneliness,and,sometimes,fromalifetimeagoandanothercountrysuchawillingandliltingcompanion—asong
madesoobviouslyforme.Atwhatunknowablecost.
Andbyastranger.
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TURTLE
NowIseeit—itnudgeswithitsbulldogheadtheslipperystemsofthelilies,makingthemtremble;andnowitnosesalonginthewakeofthelittlebrowntealwhois
leadinghersoftchildrenfromonesideofthepondtotheother;shekeepsclosetotheedge
andtheyfollowclosely,thegoodchildren—thetenderchildren,thesweetchildren,danglingtheirprettyfeetintothedarkness.
Andnowwillcome—Icancountonit—themurkysplash,thecertainvictoryofthatpinkandgassymouth,andthefranticcirclingofthehenwhiletherestofthechicksflareawayoverthewaterandintothereeds,andmyheartwillbe
mostmournfulontheiraccount.But,listen,what’simportant?Nothing’simportant
exceptthatthegreatandcruelmysteryoftheworld,ofwhichthisisapart,notbedenied.Once,
Ihappenedtosee,onacitystreet,insummer,adusty,fouledturtleploddingalong—asnapper—
brokenoutIsupposefromsomebackyardcage—andIknewwhatIhadtodo—Ilookeditrightintheeyes,andIcaughtit—Iputit,likeasmallmountainrange,intoaknapsack,andItookitoutofthecity,andIletitdownintothe
darkpond,intothecoolwater,andthelightofthelilies,tolive.
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THEDEER
Youneverknow.
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Thebodyofnightopenslikeariver,itdriftsupwardlikewhitesmoke,likesomanywrappingsofmist.Andonthehillsidetwodeerarewalkingalongjustasthoughthiswasn’tthe
owned,tilledearthoftodaybutthepast.Ididnotseethemthenextday,orthenext,butinmymind’seye—therethey
are,inthelonggrass,liketwosisters.
Thisistheearnestwork.Eachofusisgivenonlysomanymorningstodoit—tolookaroundandlove
theoilyfurofourlives,thehoofandthegrass-stainedmuzzle.DaysIdon’tdothis
Ifeeltheterrorofidleness,likearedthirst.Deathisn’tjustanidea.
Whenwediethebodybreaksopenlikeariver;theoldbodygoeson,climbingthehill.
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THELOONONOAK-HEADPOND
criesforthreedays,inthegraymist.criesforthenorthithopesitcanfind.
plunges,andcomesupwithaslappingpickerel.blinksitsredeye.
criesagain.
youcomeeveryafternoon,andwaittohearit.yousitalongtime,quiet,underthethickpines,inthesilencethatfollows.
asthoughitwereyourowntwilight.asthoughitwereyourownvanishingsong.
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WHATISIT?
Whocansay,isitasnowyegretorawhiteflowerstanding
attheglossyedgeofthelily—andfrog-filledpond?Hoursagotheorangesunopenedthecupsoftheliliesandtheleopardfrogs
begankickingtheirlongmuscles,breast-strokinglikelittlegreendwarvesundertheroofofthe
rich,iron-coloredwater.
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Nowthesofteggsofthesalamanderintheirwrappingsofjellybegintoshiver.
They’retiredofsleep.Theyhaveanewidea.Theywanttoswimawayintotheworld.
Whocouldstopthem?Whocouldtellthemtogocautiously,toflowslowlyunderthelilypads?
Offtheygo,hundredsofthem,liketheblackfingerprintsoftherain.
Thefrogsfreezeintoperfectfive-fingeredshadows,butsuddenlytheflowerhasfire-coloredeyesandoneoftheshadowsvanishes.
Clearly,now,theflowerisabird.Itliftsitshead,itliftsthehingesofitssnowywings,tossingamomentoflightin
everydirection,likeachandelier,andthenoncemoreisstill.Thesalamanders,liketinybirds,lockedintoformation,flydownintotheendlessmysteriesofthe
transformingwater,andhowcouldanyonebelievethatanythinginthisworldisonlywhatitappearstobe—thatanythingiseverfinal—thatanything,inspiteofitsabsence,everdies
aperfectdeath?
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WRITINGPOEMS
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ThismorningIwatchedthepalegreenconesoftherhododendronsopeningtheirsmallpinkandred
blouses—thebodiesoftheflowerswereinstantlybeautifultothebees,theyhurriedoutofthatdarkplaceinthethicktreeoneafteranother,aninvisiblelineuponwhichtheiriridescence
caughtfireasthesuncaughtthem,slidingdown.
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Isthereanythingmoreimportantthanhungerandhappiness?Eachbeeenteredthefrillsofaflowertofind
thestickyfountain,andifsomedustspilledonthewalkwaysofthepetalsandcaughtontotheirbodies,Idon’tknowifthebeesknowthatotherwisedeathis
everywhere,evenintheredswampofaflower.Buttheydidthis
withnosmallamountofdesperation—youmightsay:love.
Andtheflowers,asdaftasmud,pouredouttheirhoney.
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SOMEHERONS
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Abluepreacherflewtowardtheswamp,inslowmotion.
Ontheleafybanks,anoldChinesepoet,hunchedinthewhitegownofhiswings,waswaiting.
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Thewaterwasthekindofdarksilkthathassilverlinesshotthroughitwhenitistouchedbythewindorissplashedupward,inasmall,quickflower,
bythelifebeneathit.
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Thepreachermadehisdifficultlanding,hisskirtsuparoundhisknees.
Thepoet’seyesflared,justasapoet’seyesaresaidtodo
whenthepoetisawakenedfromtheforestofmeditation.Itwassummer.
Itwasonlyafewmomentspastthesun’srising,whichmeantthatthewholelongsweetdaylaybeforethem.
Theygreetedeachother,rumplingtheirgownsforaninstant,andthensmoothingthem.
Theyenteredthewater,andinstantlytwomoreherons—equallyasbeautiful—joinedthemandstoodjustbeneaththemintheblack,polishedwaterwheretheyfished,allday.
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FIVEA.M.INTHEPINEWOODS
I’dseentheirhoofprintsinthedeepneedlesandknewtheyendedthelongnightunderthepines,walkingliketwomuteandbeautifulwomentowardthedeeperwoods,soIgotupinthedarkandwent
there.Theycameslowlydownthehillandlookedatmesittingunderthebluetrees,shylytheystepped
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closerandstaredfromundertheirthicklashesandevennibbledsomedamptasselsofweeds.This
isnotapoemaboutadream,thoughitcouldbe.
Thisisapoemabouttheworldthatisours,orcouldbe.
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Finallyoneofthem—Iswearit!—wouldhavecometomyarms.
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Buttheotherstampedsharphoofinthepineneedleslike
thetapofsanity,andtheywentofftogetherthroughthetrees.WhenIwokeIwasalone,
Iwasthinking:sothisishowyouswiminward,sothisishowyouflowoutward,sothisishow
youpray.
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LITTLEOWLWHOLIVESINTHEORCHARD
Hisbeakcouldopenabottle,andhiseyes—whenheliftstheirsoftlids—goonreadingsomethingjustbeyondyourshoulder—Blake,maybe,
ortheBookofRevelation.
Nevermindthatheeatsonlytheblack-smockedcrickets,anddragonfliesiftheyhappentobeoutlateovertheponds,andofcoursetheoccasionalfestalmouse.Nevermindthatheisonlyamemofromtheofficesoffear—it’snotsizebutsurgethattellsuswhenwe’reintouchwithsomethingreal,andwhenIhear
himintheorchardflutteringdownthelittlealuminumladderofhisscream—whenIseehiswingsopen,like
twoblackferns,aflurryofpalpitationsascoldassleetracketsacrossthemarshlandsofmyheart,
likeawildspringday.
Somewhereintheuniverse,inthegalleryofimportantthings,thebabyishowl,ruffledandrakish,sitsonitspedestal.
Dear,darkdappleofplush!Amessage,readsthelabel,fromthatmysteriousconglomerate:OblivionandCo.
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Thehookedheadstaresfromitsblouseofdark,featherylace.
Itcouldbeavalentine.
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THEGIFT
Iwantedtothankthemockingbirdforthevigorofhissong.Everydayhesangfromtherimofthefield,whileIpickedblueberriesorjust
idledinthesun.Everydayhecameflutteringbytoshowme,andwhynot,thewhiteblossomsin
hiswings.SoonedayIwenttherewithamachine,andplayedsomesongsofMahler.Themockingbirdstoppedsinging,hecamecloseandseemedtolisten.NowwhenIgodowntothefield,alittleMahlerspillsthroughthesputtersof
hissong.HowhappyIam,lounginginthelight,listeningasthemusicfloatsby!AndIgivethanksalsoformymind,thatthoughtofgivingagift.AndmostlyI’mgratefulthatItakethisworldsoseriously.
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PIPEFISH
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InthegreenandpurpleweedscalledZostera,looselyswingingintheshallows,Iwaded,I
reachedmyhandsinthatmosthumanofgestures—tofind,tosee,
toholdwhateveritisthat’sthere—andwhatcameupwasn’tmuchbutitglitteredandstruggled,ithadeyes,andabodylikeawand,ithadpoutinglips.
Nolonger,allofit,
thananyofmyfingers,itwantedawayfrommystrangeness,itwanted
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togobackintothatwavingforestsoquickandwet.
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Iforget
whenthishappened,howmanyyearsagoIopenedmyhands—likeapromiseIwouldkeepmywholelife,andhave—andletitgo.
Itellyouthisincaseyouhaveyettowadeintothegreenandpurpleshallowswherethediminutivepipefish
wantstogoonliving.Itellyouthisagainsteverythingyouare—yourhumanheart,yourhands
passingovertheworld,gatheringandclosing,sodryandslow.
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THEKOOKABURRAS
Ineveryheartthereisacowardandaprocrastinator.Ineveryheartthereisagodofflowers,justwaitingtocomeoutofitscloudand
liftitswings.Thekookaburras,kingfishers,pressedagainsttheedgeoftheircage,theyasked
metoopenthedoor.YearslaterIwakeinthenightandrememberhowIsaidtothem,no,and
walkedaway.Theyhadthebrowneyesofsoft-hearteddogs.Theydidn’twanttodoanythingsoextraordinary,onlytoflyhometotheir
river.BynowIsupposethegreatdarknesshascoveredthem.Asformyself,Iamnotyetagodofeventhepalestflowers.Nothingelsehaschangedeither.Someonetossestheirwhitebonestothedung-heap.Thesunshinesonthelatchoftheircage.Ilieinthedark,myheartpounding.
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THELILIESBREAKOPENOVERTHEDARKWATER
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Insidethatmud-hive,thatgas-sponge,thatreeking
leaf-yard,thatripplingdream-bowl,theleeches’fleckedandswirlingbrothoflife,asrichasBabylon,
thefistscrackopenandthewandsoftheliliesquicken,theyriselikepalepoleswiththeirwrappedbeaksoflace;one
daytheytearthesurface,thenexttheybreakopenoverthedarkwater.
Andthereyouareontheshore,
fitfulandthoughtful,tryingtoattachthemtoanidea—somenewsofyourownlife.
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Butthelilies
areslipperyandwild—theyaredevoidofmeaning,theyaresimplydoing,fromthedeepestspursoftheirbeing,whattheyareimpelledtodoevery
summer.Andso,dearsorrow,areyou.
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DEATHATAGREATDISTANCE
Theripe,floatingcaps
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oftheflyamanitaglowinthepinewoods.
Idon’teventhinkoftheeventualcorruptionofmybody,butofhowquaintand
humoroustheyare,likeacollectionofdoorknobs,half-moons,thenayellowdrizzleofflyingsaucers.
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Inanycase
theywon’thurtmeunlessItakethembetweenmylipsandswallow,whichIknowenoughnottodo.Once,inthesouth,Ihadthishappen:
thesoftropeofawatermoccasinsliddowntheredkneesofamangrove,thehundredsofribshousedintheirsmooth,whitesleeves
ofmusclemovingitlikeahappinesstowardthewater,wheresomebubblesonthesurfaceofthatunderworld
announcedafatalcarelessness.Ididn’teventhenmovetowardthefinepointofthestory,butstoodinmylonelybodyamazedandfullofattentionasitfelllikeastreamofglowingsyrupintothedarkwater,asdeath
blurtedoutofthatperfectlyarrangedmouth.
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THENOTEBOOK
“Sixa.m.—thesmall,pondturtleliftsitshead
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intotheairlikeagreentoe.Itlooksaround.
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Whatitseesisthewholeworldswirlingbackfromdarkness:aredsunrisingoverthewater,overthepines,andthewindlifting,andthewater-stridersheadingout,andthewhitelilies
openingtheirhappybodies.
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Theturtledoesn’thaveawordforanyofit—thesilkywaterortheenormousbluemorning,orthecuriousaffairofhisownbody.
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OntheshoreI’msobusyscribblingandcrossingoutIalmostmissseeinghimpaddleawaythroughthewet,blackforest.Moreandmorethemomentscometome:howmuchcantherightworddo?Nowafewoftheliliesareafaintflamingoinsidetheirwhitehearts,andthereis
stilltimetoletthelastrosesofthesunrisefloatdownintomyupliftedeyes.”
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PRAISE
Knee-deep
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intheferns
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springingupattheedgeofthewhistlingswamp,Iwatchtheowl
withitssatisfied,heart-shapedfaceasitfliesoverthewater—backandforth—
asitfluttersdownlikeahellishmothwhereverthereedstwitch—whenever,inthemuddycover,somelittlelifesighsbeforeitslidesintothemoonlightandbecomesashadow.
Inthedistance,awfulandinfallible,theoldswampbelches.
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Ofcourse
itstabsmyheartwheneversomethingcriesoutlikeateardrop.Butisn’titwonderful,whatishappeninginthebranchesofthepines:
theowl’syoung,dressedinsnowflakes,arestartingtofatten—theybeattheirmuscular
wings,theydreamofflyingforanothermillionyearsoverthewater,overtheferns,
overtheworld’sroughageasitbleedsanddeepens.
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LOOKINGFORSNAKES
Becauseitisgoodtobeafraid—butnottooafraid—Iwalkcarefullyuptheslabbyhill,throughlacesofbracken,throughthethick,wildroses,waitingformyhearttoflyup
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outoftheleaveschilledandsinging,
anditdoes.They’rethere—
twoofthem,insleepyloops—andtheyrise
inaspitofenergy,likedarkstalks.amongthewild,pinkroses,theirmouths
narrowandstubborn,theirredeyesstaring.
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Doyoushiveratthemerementionoftheirglossy,shoulderlessbodies?
Iwouldliketobringyouhere.Iwouldlikeyoutoremembertheblackflowersoftheirfacesaswellastheir
quickslithering—Iwouldlikeyoutoremembertheprettyfirethatdabsoutoftheirmouthsaswellastheplungebackintotheshadows,andtheheart’sthuddingsong.
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FISHBONES
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MaybeMichelangeloorPicassocouldhaveimaginedthesedreamshapes,thesecurvesandthongs,snow-
needles,jaws,brain-cases,eyesockets—somebody,anyway,whosemindwasinsomeclearkindofrapture
andprobablyintheearlymorningwhenthesunonitsinvisiblemusclewasrisingoverthewater.
Idon’tthinkitwasjustaflounderinginthedarkness,nomatterhowmuchtimetherewas.
ThismorningIpickedupsomethinglikeahoney-combedheart,andsomethingelselikeafrozenfloweratthefootofthewavesandIthoughtofdaVinci—thewayhekeptdreamingofwhatwasinsidethedarkness—howitwantedtoriseonitsinvisiblemuscle,howitwantedtoshinelikefire.
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THEOAKTREEATTHEENTRANCETOBLACKWATERPOND
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EverydayonmywaytothepondIpassthelightning-felled,chesty,
hundred-fingered,blackoakwhich,summersago,swamforwardwhenthestormlaidoneleanyellowwandagainstit,smokingit
opentoitsrosyheart.
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Itdroppeddowninaveilofrain,
inacloudofsapandfire,andbecamewhatithasbeeneversince—ablackboat
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floatinginthetossingleavesofsummer,likethecoffinofOsirisdescending
uponthecloudyNile.But,listen,I’mtiredofthatbrazenpromise:deathandresurrection.I’mtiredofhearinghowthenitrogenswillreturntotheearthagain,
throughthehinterlandofpatience—howthemushroomsandtheyeastswillarriveinthewind—howthey’llanchorthepearlsoftheirbodiesandbegintognawthroughthedarkness,likewolvesatbones—whatIloved,Imean,was
thattree—treeofthemoment—treeofmyownsad,mortalheart—andIdon’twanttosinganymoreofthewayOsiriscamehomeatlast,onacleanand
powerfulship,overthedangeroussea,asatallandbeautifulstranger.
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EVERYTHING
NodoubtinHolland,whenvanGoghwasaboy,therewereswansdriftingoverthegreenseaofthemeadows,andnodoubtonsomewarmafternoonhelaydownand
watchedthem,andalmostthought:thisiseverything.
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Whatdrovehimtogetupandlookfurtheriswhatsavesthisworld,evenasitbreakstheheartsofmen.Inthemineswherehepreached,wherehestudiedtenderness,therewereonly
men,allofthemstreakedwithdust.Foryearshewouldreachtowardthedarkness.Butnodoubt,likeallofus,hefinallyrememberedeverything,includingthe
whitebirds,weightlessandunaccountable,floatingaroundthetownsofgritandhopelessness—andthisiswhatwouldfinishhim:notthegloom,whichwasonlyterrible,butthoselastyellowfields,whereclearlynothingintheworldmattered,oreverwould,buttheinsensiblelight.
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NATURE
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Allnightinandouttheslipperyshadowstheowlhunted,
thebeadsofbloodscarcelydryonthehookedbeakbeforehungeragainseizedhimandhefell,snippingthelifefromsomeplushbreather,andfloatedawayintothecrookedbranchesofthetrees,thatallnightwentonlapping
thesunkenrain,andgrowing,bristlinglifespreadingthroughalltheirbranchesasonebyone
theytossedthewhitemoonupwardonitsslowwaytoanothermorninginwhichnothingnewwouldeverhappen,whichis
thetruegiftofnature,whichisthereasonweloveit.
Forgiveme.ForhoursIhadtriedtosleepandfailed;
restlessandwild,Icouldsettleonnothingandfell,inenvyofthethingsofdarknessfollowingtheirsleepycourse—therootandbranch,thebloodiedbeak—eventhescreamsfromthecoldleaveswereasredsongsthatroseandfellintheiraccustomedplace.
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SNAKE
Andhereistheserpentagain,dragginghimselfoutfromhisnestofdarkness,hiscaveundertheblackrocks,hiswinter-death.
Heslidesoverthepineneedles.Heloopsaroundthebunchesofrisinggrass,lookingforthesun.
Well,whodoesn’twantthesunafterthelongwinter?Istepaside,hefeelstheairwithhissofttongue,aroundthebonesofhisbodyhemoveslike
oil,downhillhegoestowardtheblackmirrorsofthepond.LastnightitwasstillsocoldIwokeandwentouttostandintheyard,andthere
wasnomoon.
SoIjuststoodthere,insidethejawofnothing.Anowlcriedinthedistance,IthoughtofJesus,howhecrouchedinthedark
fortwonights,thenfloatedbackabovethehorizon.
Therearesomanystories,morebeautifulthananswers.Ifollowthesnakedowntothepond,thickandmuskyheisascircularashope.
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THEPONDS
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Everyyear
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thelilies
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aresoperfectIcanhardlybelievetheirlappedlightcrowdingtheblack,mid-summerponds.Nobodycouldcountallofthem—themuskratsswimmingamongthepadsand
thegrassescanreachouttheirmusculararmsandtouchonlysomany,theyarethatrifeandwild.Butwhatinthisworldisperfect?
Ibendcloserandseehowthisoneisclearlylopsided—andthatonewearsanorangeblight—andthisoneisaglossycheekhalfnibbledaway—andthatoneisaslumpedpursefullofitsown
unstoppabledecay.
Still,whatIwantinmylifeistobewillingtobedazzled—tocastasidetheweightoffactsandmaybeeventofloatalittleabovethisdifficultworld.
IwanttobelieveIamlookingintothewhitefireofagreatmystery.Iwanttobelievethattheimperfectionsarenothing—thatthelightis
everything—thatitismorethanthesumofeachflawedblossomrisingandfading.AndIdo.
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THESUMMERDAY
Whomadetheworld?Whomadetheswan,andtheblackbear?Whomadethegrasshopper?Thisgrasshopper,Imean—theonewhohasflungherselfoutofthegrass,theonewhoiseatingsugaroutof
myhand,whoismovingherjawsbackandforthinsteadofupanddown—whoisgazingaroundwithherenormousandcomplicatedeyes.
Nowsheliftsherpaleforearmsandthoroughlywashesherface.Nowshesnapsherwingsopen,andfloatsaway.Idon’tknowexactlywhataprayeris.Idoknowhowtopayattention,howtofalldownintothegrass,howtokneel
downinthegrass,howtobeidleandblessed,howtostrollthroughthefields,whichiswhatIhavebeendoingallday.
Tellme,whatelseshouldIhavedone?Doesn’teverythingdieatlast,andtoosoon?Tellme,whatisityouplantodowithyouronewildandpreciouslife?
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SERENGETI
Whenhecomes,walkingunderthebaobab,awashwiththesun,orfleckedwithpatchesof
shadows—hiscurledlip,underthelonghairasroughasacribofhay,dappledwithblackflies—whenhecomes,
atnight,floatingalongtheedgesofthewaterholes—whenhesnufflestheground,andopensthewettunnelofhisthroat,androars—Ithinkofthe
heavy-browed,crouchedfishermenhowtheystoodatduskattherimofthecaveandlisteneduntilitcametothem
forthefirsttime—theterrorandtheaweoftheswinging,goldenfootthatwaitsinthedarkness.
CananyonedoubtthatthelionofSerengetiispartoftheideaofGod?Cananyonedoubtthat,forthosefirst,almost-uprightbodiesintheshadowofKilimanjaro,inthelushgardenofAfrica,inthecontinuationofeverything
beyondeachindividualthing,thelionwasboththefloweroflifeandthewinchofdeath—thebone-breaker,
andtheagentoftransformation?Nodoubt,inthebeginning,heroseoutofthegrasslikeafire—asnowherises
outofthegrass,likeafire,gleamingandunapproachable,andnoticesme,andfixesmewithhislarge,almostfatherlyeyes,
andflexeshisshoulders.
Idon’tknowanythingsobeautifulasthesunlightinhisroughhair.
Idon’tknow
whereIhaveseensuchpowerbefore—exceptperhapsinthechapelwhereMichelangelo’sGod,tawnyandmuscular,
tearsthelandfromthefirmamentandplacesthesunintheskysothatwemay
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tearsthelandfromthefirmamentandplacesthesunintheskysothatwemaylive
ontheearth,
amongtheamazements,andthelionrunssoftlythroughthedust,andhiseyes,underthethick,animallashes,are
almosttender,andIdon’tknowwhenIhavebeensofrightened,
orsohappy.
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THETERNS
Thebirdsshrugofftheslantair,theyplungeintotheseaandvanishundertheglassyedgesofthewater,
andthencomeback,flyingoutofthewaves,aswhiteassnow,shakingthemselves,shakingthelittlesilverfish,cryingout
intheirownlanguage,voiceslikeroughbells—it’swonderfulandithappenswheneverthetidestartsitsgushingjourneyback,everymorning
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Thisisapoemaboutdeath,
abouttheheartblanchinginitsfoldofshadowsbecauseitknowssomedayitwillbethefishandthewaveandnolongeritself—itwillbethosewhitewings,
flyinginandoutofthedarknessbutnotknowingit—thisisapoemaboutlovingtheworldandeverythinginit:theself,theperpetualmuscle,thepassage
inandout,thebristlingswingofthesea.
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ROSES,LATESUMMER
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Whathappens
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totheleavesaftertheyturnredandgoldenandfallaway?Whathappens
tothesingingbirdswhentheycan’tsinganylonger?Whathappenstotheirquickwings?
Doyouthinkthereisanypersonalheavenforanyofus?Doyouthinkanyone,
theothersideofthatdarkness,willcalltous,meaningus?
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Beyondthetreesthefoxeskeepteachingtheirchildrentoliveinthevalley.sotheyneverseemtovanish,theyarealwaysthereintheblossomoflightthat
standsupeverymorninginthedarksky.Andoveronemoresetofhills,alongthesea,thelastroseshaveopenedtheirfactoriesofsweetnessandaregivingitbackto
theworld.IfIhadanotherlifeIwouldwanttospenditallonsomeunstintinghappiness.
Iwouldbeafox,oratreefullofwavingbranches.Iwouldn’tmindbeingaroseinafieldfullofroses.
Fearhasnotyetoccurredtothem,norambition.Reasontheyhavenotyetthoughtof.Neitherdotheyaskhowlongtheymustberoses,andthenwhat.Oranyotherfoolishquestion.
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HERONSINWINTERINTHEFROZENMARSH
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Allwinter
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twoblueheronshunkeredinthefrozenmarsh,liketwocolumnsofbluesmoke.
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WhattheyateIcan’timagine,
unlessitwasthesmalllacesofsnowthatsettledintheruckusofthecattails,ortheglazedwindowsoficeunderthetiredpitchforksoftheirfeet—sotheansweris
theyatenothing,andnothinggoodcouldcomeofthat.
Theyweremiredinnature,andstarving.
Still,everymorningtheyshruggedtherimefromtheirshoulders,andalldaythey
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stoodtoattention
inthestubbleddesolation.Iwasfilledwithadmiration,sympathy,
and,ofcourse,empathy.
Itcalledforamiracle.Finallythemarshsoftened,andtheirwingscrankedopenrevealingtheoldblue
light,sothatIthought:howcouldthispossiblybetheblunt,darkfinish?Firstone,thentheother,vanishedintotheditchesandupheavals.
Allspring,Iwatchedtherisingblue-greengrass,aboveitsgleamingandsubstantialshadows,tossinthebreeze,likewings.
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LOOKINGATABOOKOFVANGOGH’SPAINTINGS,INLEWISBURG,PENNSYLVANIA
Don’ttry
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totellmewhatcanorcan’tbedone.Thesnowisfallingagain,perfectlyatleisure
overthegray,thin-hairedbacksofthemountainsofPennsylvania.I’mfarfromhome.
Andneitherarethesetrees—olivesandalmonds—home;neitheristhisgathering
ofsunflowers,thisyellowhouse,home.Don’ttrytotellmewhatonepoorandlonelyDutchmancanorcan’tdowithabrush
andarollofcanvasandhiscrazyoldheart.Outside,
thesnowfloatsdown,itsiftsthroughthecrookedbranches,itdoesn’thesitate,itsettlesoverthegroundlikethewhitefireitwasinthebeginning,whereveritbegantopourthroughtheblacksky—whatalightitbecomesanywhereatallitrubsagainstthisearth—thiscrazyoldhome.
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FOXESINWINTER
Everynightinthemoonlightthefoxescomedownthehilltognawonthebonesofbirds.Ineversaidnaturewasn’tcruel.Once,inacityashotasthesewoodsarecold,Imetaboywithabrokenface.Tostayalive,hewasabeggar.Also,inthenight,athief.
Andtherearebirdsinhiscountrythatlooklikerainbows—ifhecouldhavecaughtthem,hewouldhavetornofftheirfeathersandputtheirbodiesintohisown.Thefoxesarehungry,whocouldblamethemforwhattheydo?Ineversaid
weweren’tsunkinglitteringnature,untilweareabletobecomesomethingelse.Asfortheboy,it’ssimple.
Hehadnothing,notevenabird.Allnightthepinesaresocoldtheirbranchescrack.Allnightthesnowfallssoftlydown.Thenitshineslikeafield
ofwhiteflowers.Thenittightens.
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HOWTURTLESCOMETOSPENDTHEWINTERINTHEAQUARIUM,THENARE
FLOWNSOUTHANDRELEASEDBACKINTOTHESEA
Somewheredownbeach,inthemorning,atwater’sedge,Ifoundaseaturtle,itshugeheadasmolderingapricot,itsshellstreamingwithseaweed,itseyesclosed,itsflippersmotionless.
WhenIbentdown,itmovedalittle.WhenIpickeditup,itsighed.Wasitfortypounds,orfiftypounds,orahundred?Wasittwomilesbacktothecar?Wewalkedalittlewhile,andthenwerested,andthenwewalkedon.Iwalkedwithmymouthopen,myheartroared.Theeyesopened,Idon’tknowwhattheythought.Sometimestheflippersswamattheair.Sometimestheeyesclosed.Icouldn’twalkanymore,andthenIwalkedsomemorewhileitturnedinto
granite,orcement,butwiththatapricot-coloredhead,thatstillness,thatBuddha-likepatience,thatcold-shockedbutslowlybeatingheart.
Finally,wereachedthecar.
Theafternoonistheotherpartofthisstory.Haveyoueverfoundsomethingbeautiful,andmaybejustintime?Howsuchachallengecanfillyou!Jesuscouldwalkoverthewater.Ihadtowalkankle-deepinthesand,andIdidit.Mybonesdidn’tquitesnap.
Comeonin,andseemesmile.Iprobablywon’tstopforhours.Already,inthewarmth,theturtlehasraiseditshead,islookingaround.Today,whocoulddenyit,Iamanimportantperson.
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CROWS
ItisJanuary,andtherearethecrowslikeblackflowersonthesnow.WhileIwatchtheyriseandfloattowardthefrozenpond,theyhaveseensome
streakofdeathonthedarkice.Theygatherarounditandconsumeeverything,thestringsandtheredmusicof
thatnamelessbody.Thentheyshout,onehungry,bluntvoiceechoinganother.
Itbeginstorain.Later,itbecomesFebruary,andevenlater,springreturns,achorusofthousands.Theybow,andbegintheirimportantmusic.Irecognizetheoriole.Irecognizethethrush,andthemockingbird.Irecognizethebusinessofsummer,whichistoforgeahead,delicately.SoIdipmyfingersamongthegreenstems,delicately.Iloungeattheedgeoftheleafingpond,delicately.Iscarcelyrememberthecrustofthesnow.Iscarcelyremembertheicydawnsandthesunlikealampwithoutafuse.Idon’trememberthefuryofloneliness.Ineverfeltthewind’sdrift.Ineverheardofthestrugglebetweenanythingandnothing.Ineversawtheflapping,blood-gulpingcrows.
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MAYBE
SweetJesus,talkinghismelancholymadness,stoodupintheboatandthesealaydown,silkyandsorry.Soeverybodywassavedthatnight.
Butyouknowhowitiswhensomething
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differentcrossesthethreshold—theunclesmuttertogether,
thewomenwalkaway,theyoungbrotherbeginstosharpenhisknife.Nobodyknowswhatthesoulis.
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Itcomesandgoeslikethewindoverthewater—sometimes,fordays,youdon’tthinkofit.
Maybe,afterthesermon,afterthemultitudewasfed,oneortwoofthemfeltthesoulslipforthlikeatremorofpuresunlight,beforeexhaustion,
thatwantstoswalloweverything,grippedtheirbonesandleftthemmiserableandsleepy,astheyarenow,forgettinghowthewindtoreatthesailsbeforeheroseandtalkedtoit—tenderandluminousanddemandingashealwayswas—athousandtimesmorefrighteningthanthekillersea.
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FINCHES
Iceinthewoods,snowinthefields,afewfinchessinging.Ilookupintimetoseetheirraspberry-coloredfacesandtheblacktearsontheirbreasts.Ofcourse,theyarejusttryingtostayalivelikethefrozenriverandthecrows.Butwhowouldguessthat,thewaytheydanglethebrightnecklacesoftheirmusicfromthetopsofthetrees?Beforenightfall,they’dbetterfindwherethelastspraysofseedshavefallen,they’dbetterfindshelterfromthewind.Andtheretheygo,tinyrosettesofenergy,asthoughnothinginthisworldwasfrightening—asthoughtheonlythingthatmatteredwastopraisetheworldsufficiently—asthoughtheywereonlylooking,light-heartedly,forthenexttreeinwhichtosing;andhereIam,athomeagain,outofthesnowyfields,whereIwilltakeoffmyjacket,andsitdownatthetable,andgoovermyversesagain.
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WHITEOWLFLIESINTOANDOUTOFTHEFIELD
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Comingdownoutofthefreezingskywithitsdepthsoflight,likeanangel,
orabuddhawithwings,itwasbeautifulandaccurate,
strikingthesnowandwhateverwastherewithaforcethatlefttheimprintofthetipsofitswings—fivefeetapart—andthegrabbingthrustofitsfeet,and
theindentationofwhathadbeenrunningthroughthewhitevalleysofthesnow—andthenitrose,gracefully,andflewbacktothefrozenmarshes,tolurk
there,likealittlelighthouse,intheblueshadows—soIthought:
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maybedeathisn’tdarkness,afterall,butsomuchlight
wrappingitselfaroundus—assoftasfeathers—thatweareinstantlywearyoflooking,andlooking,andshutoureyes,notwithoutamazement,andlet
ourselvesbecarried,asthroughthetranslucenceofmica,totheriverthatiswithouttheleastdappleorshadow—thatisnothingbutlight—scalding,
aortallight—inwhichwearewashedandwashedoutofourbones.
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