~The Summer Day~

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,

who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?

~by Mary Oliver~

4 opmerkingen:

Yolanda Elizabet Heuzen zei

Hallo Anna,

Een heel mooi gedicht.

Je hebt een leuke blog, heel afwisselend, dan weer een gedicht, dan weer een informatief stukje over de Saami en dan weer over de geboorte van schattige eendenkuikentjes.

heike zei

Wat een rustgevende blog, dat kabbelende water in combinatie met al het moois... Om van te genieten en het staat vast, hier kom ik vaker langs!

The Dutchess zei

Erg mooi....fijn weekend samen met al t spul daar in je leuke tuintje...:))

Carole~Maynard Greenhouse zei

WOW beautiful blog. Of course I'd be honored to have you use any pictures. I'll be back to look around later tonight.
Have a great day!