Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Poetry to my ears

One of my professors ended our class with a few poems the other night. I really connected with this one and I thought I'd share it with you.

The Journey
By Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save.


:::No Longer Mute said...

oh - i wish i were a poet. this is beautiful.


Laura Colby said...


a couple weeks ago i got on facebook to seek out your email address with hopes to connect with you over coffee or lunch or a drink but you weren't there anymore! since that's gone and i don't have your email, i'm resorting to your blog. i'd love to see you. i'm sure you're crazy busy but if you have any time, let me know!

miss you, dear friend-