Poetry Friday: With Thanks to the Field Sparrow Whose Voice is So Delicate and Humble by Mary Oliver
I do not live happily or comfortably
With the cleverness of our times.
The talk is all about computers,
The news is all about bombs and blood.
This morning, in the fresh field,
I came upon a hidden nest.
It held four warm, speckled eggs.
I touched them.
Then went away softly,
Having felt something more wonderful
Than all the electricity of New York City.
- With Thanks to the Field Sparrow, Whose Voice is So Delicate and Humble by Mary Oliver
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With the cleverness of our times.
The talk is all about computers,
The news is all about bombs and blood.
This morning, in the fresh field,
I came upon a hidden nest.
It held four warm, speckled eggs.
I touched them.
Then went away softly,
Having felt something more wonderful
Than all the electricity of New York City.
- With Thanks to the Field Sparrow, Whose Voice is So Delicate and Humble by Mary Oliver
View all posts tagged as Poetry Friday at Bildungsroman.
View the roundup schedule at A Year of Reading.
Learn more about Poetry Friday.