SunriseYou can
die for it-
an idea,
or the world. People
have done so,
brilliantly,
letting
their small bodies be bound
to the stake,
creating
an unforgettable
fury of light. But
this morning,
climbing the familiar hills
in the familiar
fabric of dawn, I thought
of China,
and India
and Europe, and I thought
how the sun
blazes
for everyone just
so joyfully
as it rises
under the lashes
of my own eyes, and I thought
I am so many!
What is my name?
What is the name
of the deep breath I would take
over and over
for all of us? Call it
whatever you want, it is
happiness, it is another one
of the ways to enter
fire.
-Mary Oliver
10 comments:
This is simply beautiful.
While this imago is not the most gustatory at first glance, for me it is an image to be savored nontheless.
Not martial enough to be Dynastes, nor glam enough to be a Rutelid, it hints at the good-natured bumble of Curculionid and yet tantalizes with the amputating severity of Lucanus (but, interestingly, not Scarabaeus sacer na Khepri/Ra). My thought is maybe Cetoniid (and, if so, then a girl no less). Which is good - they are perhaps the favorite amongst my small skittering friends.
This poem is extraordinairy. My guess is that any Valentine of yours would always, in some small way, remain so.
Thanks for the Sunlight.
That was really heavy........but might have been more so if I was enjoying some persimmon ginger jam on toast with it!
No really, I don't mean to demean it by poking fun. Thanks for the gorgeous poem. The presentation of it created an extra sense of anticipation that just floored me......it was like leaning in for a kiss and not quite getting there yet. Wow.
And cool, cool critter. Is that the one of the myriad of Diospyros beetle species?
I've always loved Mary Oliver. Thanks for providing me with light.
Vivian- Yes, Mary Oliver's poetry is so clear and direct.
Blatta- I knew you were going to ask...I did these when I had the book Inordinate Fondness of Beetles. I believe this was Ranzania splendens. I tweaked the colors the original was white, green and tangerine. Happy Valentines dear friend.
D-man- I'm going to have to look back at the link you sent, bec is it me or a cruel cruel joke from eating too many persimmons that it was the genus name for persimmon beetles? The little guy is a Ranzania splendens.
Vanessa- You are so welcome. I love her poetry too, her words falls in me in everwidening ripples.
As I'm not native English speaker, I don't get the full impact from her poem, but still enjoy reading it. And hey Mr Beetle, love your cool outfit!
What a beautiful poem.. thank you for sharing it with us. =)
xoxo
sher- that is a beautiful way of putting it, thanks.
gattina- Yup you're right,they are lucky vain things aren't they?
lis- happy valentines friend,are you staying warm?
I love the poem and the illo. Your style seems to have changed. Did you sense that?
miragee- For one the illo is a paper collage that I did some time back. Every drawing that I do, I just simply respond to the subject at hand. I actually feel that everyone is almost different, no real voice yet.
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