Little Summer Poem Touching the Subject of Faith — Mary Oliver

Little Summer Poem Touching the Subject of Faith

Every summer
I listen and look
under the sun’s brass and even into the moonlight,
but I can’t hear anything,
I can’t see anything —

Not the pale roots digging down,
nor the green stalks muscling up,
nor the leaves deepening their damp pleats,
nor the tassels making,
nor the shucks, nor the cobs.

And still, every day,
the leafy fields grow taller and thicker —
green gowns lofting up in the night,
showered with silk.

And so, every summer,
I fail as a witness, seeing nothing —

I am deaf too to the tick of the leaves,
the tapping of downwardness from the banyan feet —
all of it happening beyond any seeable proof,
or hearable hum.

And, therefore, let the immeasurable come.
Let the unknowable touch the buckle of my spine.
Let the wind turn in the trees,
and the mystery hidden in the dirt swing through the air.

How could I look at anything in this world and tremble,
and grip my hands over my heart?
What should I fear?

One morning in the leafy green ocean,
the honeycomb of the corn’s beautiful body
is sure to be there.

~ Mary Oliver ~

(West Wind)

 

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