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Quiet Sunday


Every year we have been
witness to it: how the
world descends

into a rich mash, in order that
it may resume.
And therefore
who would cry out

to the petals on the ground
to stay,
knowing as we must,
how the vivacity of what was is married

to the vitality of what will be?
I don't say
it's easy,
what else will do

if the love one claims to have for the world
be true?
So let us go on, cheerfully enough,
this and every crisping day,

though the sun be swinging east,
and the ponds be cold and black,
and the sweets of the year be doomed.

Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness by Mary Oliver

Joining in with Kym for Sunday's are for Poetry


Such a lovely picture and I like that poem. I have never heard of Mary Oliver, but think I need to check her work out a bit more. Happy quiet Sunday, dear one.

Thanks for sharing the lovely Mary Oliver was just what I needed to read this morning!

That's the perfect poem for that picture. It's a bittersweet thing, this coming of winter.

So beautiful, Margene!



So true. Mary Oliver always knows how to put it into words ...

Perfect marriage of photo and poem and so well put with a positive bend to the inevitable.

How wonderful that you had that poem at your mind's fingertips. Lovely.

That! Is the coolest picture I've seen in some time. Thank you for sharing it with us.

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