“Somewhere a black bear
has just risen from sleep and is staring down the mountain.
in the brisk and shallow restlessness of early spring
I think of her, her four black fists flicking the gravel, her tongue
like a red fire
touching the grass, the cold water.
There is only one question:
how to love this world.
I think of her rising
like a black and leafy ledge
to sharpen her claws against the silence of the trees.
my life is with its poems and its music and its glass cities,
it is also this dazzling darkness coming
down the mountain, breathing and tasting;
all day I think of her – her white teeth, her wordlessness, her perfect love.”
March 21, 2023
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Mary Oliver! The best nature poet…