Mary Oliver - Daisies

Mary Oliver - Daisies

It is possible, I suppose that sometime br we will learn everything br there is to learn: what the world is, for example, br and what it means. I think this as I am crossing br from one field to another, in summer, and the br mockingbird is mocking me, as one who either br knows enough already or knows enough to be br perfectly content not knowing. Song being born br of quest he knows this: he must turn silent br were he suddenly assaulted with answers. Instead br oh hear his wild, caustic, tender warbling ceaselessly br unanswered. At my feet the white-petalled daisies display br the small suns of their center piece, their - if you don't br mind my saying so - their hearts. Of course br I could be wrong, perhaps their hearts are pale and br narrow and hidden in the roots. What do I know? br But this: it is heaven itself to take what is given, br to see what is plain; what the sun lights up willingly; br for example - I think this br as I reach down, not to pick but merely to touch - br the suitability of the field for the daisies, and the br daisies for the field.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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