The Sun by Mary Oliver

Have you ever seen anything 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, empty-handed--- or have you too turned from this world---

or have you too gone crazy for power, for things?

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I know the themes of the poems I post are getting repetitive - sunlight, birds, trees. But honestly. These are the things that make my heart and my head quiet. It's so loud in the world, until you listen. I don't know if that makes sense. Anyway, Mary Oliver my goat i saw this and wanted it on my page <3 toodles!

^from my hostel window