The Stars Sing

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Trinity 2012 by Drea Jensen The space that lies between objects is often just as interesting as the objects themselves, just like the journey can be better than the destination. http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/trinity-2012-drea-jensen.html

Trinity 2012 by Drea Jensen
The space that lies between objects is often just as interesting as the objects themselves, just like the journey can be better than the destination.
http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/trinity-2012-drea-jensen.html

This World

By Mary Oliver

I would like to write a poem about the world that has in it

nothing fancy.

But it seems impossible.

Whatever the subject, the morning sun

glimmers it.

The tulip feels the heat and flaps its petals open and becomes a star.

The ants bore into the peony bud and there is a dark

pinprick well of sweetness.

As for the stones on the beach, forget it.

Each one could be set in gold.

So I tried with my eyes shut, but of course the birds

were singing.

And the aspen trees were shaking the sweetest music

out of their leaves.

And that was followed by, guess what, a momentous and

beautiful silence

as comes to all of us, in little earfuls, if we’re not too

hurried to hear it.

As for spiders, how the dew hangs in their webs

even if they say nothing, or seem to say nothing.

So fancy is the world, who knows, maybe they sing.

So fancy is the world, who knows, maybe the stars sing too,

and the ants, and the peonies, and the warm stones,

so happy to be where they are, on the beach, instead of being

locked up in gold.

 

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