Monday, June 06, 2011

Extended Solitude

I do not want to be frisky, and theatrical.
I do not want to go forward in the parade of names.
I do not want to be diligent or necessary or in any way heavy.

From my mouth to God's ear, I swear it; i want only
to be a song.

To wander around in the fields like a little reed bird.

To be a song.

-- Mary Oliver, 'The Return'
What Do We Know: Poems and Prose Poems

Da Capo Press, 2001

See you later, still, and later still.


Judy Warner said...

Mary Oliver is a favorite of mine.

besshaile said...

you are a song in my music folder

Linda A. Miller said...

Lovely, lovely words!

Unknown said...

A profound thought to me this morning, not to go forward in the parade of names... thank you for sharing this.