24 May 2006

Hummingbird Pauses at the Trumpet Vine

Hummingbird Pauses at the Trumpet Vine
by Mary Oliver

Who doesn’t love
roses, and who
doesn’t love the lilies
of the black ponds

floating like flocks
of tiny swans,
and of course, the flaming
trumpet vine

where the hummingbird comes
like a small green angel, to soak
his dark tongue
in happiness -

and who doesn’t want
to live with the brisk
motor of his heart

like a Schubert
and his eyes
working and working like those days of rapture,
by Van Gogh in Arles?

Look! for most of the world
is waiting
or remembering -
most of the world is time

when we’re not here,
not born yet, or died -
a slow fire
under the earth with all
our dumb wild blind cousins
who also
can’t even remember anymore
their own happiness -

Look! and then we will be
like the pale cool
stones, that last almost

1 comment:

Harley said...

Hi Sharon
Sorry I just saw your comment on my blog about uploading Tropical Dreams to a server of your own. I see your template is up! Great! Now, if you should still need help putting all the files on a server, I will be happy to help you.
Its always better to do that, that way your blog never goes down.
You can contact me here:

I am sorry for answering you so late, I have been busy this week. I am also leaving in just a few mins for dinner with friends so I will not be around tonight either but please do email me if you want some help.

Harley ( I am a dudette too!)