Oct 25, 2008 17:50
Mary Oliver - Why I Wake Early.
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who made the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and the crotchety-
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light-
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.
Marya Zaturenska - Song of a Factory Girl.
It's hard to breathe in a tenement hall,
So I ran to the little park,
As a lover runs from a crowded ball
To the moonlit dark.
I drank in clear air as one will
Who is doomed to die,
Wistfully watching from a hill
The unmarred sky.
And the great trees bowed in their gold and red
Till my heart caught flame;
And my soul, that I thought was crushed or dead,
Uttered a name.
I hadn't called the name of God
For a long time;
But it stirred in me as the seed in sod,
Or a broken rhyme.