Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Next Time (Beautiful, beautiful poem)

Next Time by Mary Oliver

Next time what I'd do is look at the earth
before saying anything.
I'd stop just before going into a house
and be an emperor for a minute
and listen better to the wind
or to the air being still.
When anyone talked to me,
whether blame or praise or just passing time,
I'd watch the face,
how the mouth has to work,
and see any strain, any sign of what lifted the voice.
And for all, I'd know more -- the earth bracing itself and soaring,
the air finding every leaf and feather over forest and water,
and for every person
the body glowing inside the clothes
like a light.

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