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Bird Sighting
a red-tailed hawk (being harassed by two smaller birds)
Hawks
Hawks upon the thermals fly
Upward spirals in the sky,
Canvassing the fields below,
Circling endlessly, and slow.
Far beneath them winds the creek
Through expectant woods to seek
Union with the Ohio,
And forever southward flow.
Here [...]
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To Spring
“To spring belongs the violet”
—-Thos. Aldrich, Petition
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from Tao Te Ching #23
“Be like the forces of nature:
when it blows, there is only wind;
when it rains, there is only rain;
when the clouds pass, the sun shines through.”
—-trans. by Stephen Mitchell
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Song of the Loom
O Mother Earth and Father Sky,
With tired backs to you we cry
Accept these gifts, in which you delight,
And weave us a garment fair and bright.
May the warp be the white of the morning sun,
May the weft be the red of the day which is done.
May the fringes be raindrops which gently fall,
And the border a [...]
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Spring
“Nothing is so beautiful as spring–
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely
and lush . . .
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they
brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness . . .”
—-Gerard Manley Hopkins, Spring
(from bartleby.com)
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Butterfly Sighting
a black swallowtail (Papilio polyxeres)
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The butterfly’s loping flight
carries it through the country of the leaves
delicately, and well enough to get it
where it wants to go . . .
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For years and years I struggled
just to love my life. And then
the butterfly
rose, weightless, in the wind.
“Don’t love your life
too much,” it said,
and vanished
into the world.”
—-Mary Oliver, from [...]
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On Viewing the Moon Last Night
A bank of clouds
Bears the moon upon it.
—-Boncho
(from The Moon in the Pines,
trans. by Jonathan Clements)
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In Praise of May
“Loaded bees with puny power
Goodly flower-harvest win;
[Milk cows] roam with muddy flanks,
Busy ants go out and in.”
—-ascribed to Fionn Mac Cumhaill
trans. by T.W. Rolleston,
(from bartleby.com)
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Going to Walden
“Going to Walden is not so easy a thing
As a green visit. It is the slow and difficult
Trick of living, and finding it where you are.”
—-Mary Oliver, Going to Walden
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Butterflies
“In spring the blue azures bow down
at the edge of shallow puddles
to drink the black rain water.
Then they rise and float away into the fields.”
—-Mary Oliver (Spring Azures)
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