I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Why I love this poet.

Black Swallowtail

The caterpillar,
interesting but now exactly lovely,
humped along among the parsley leaves
eating, always eating. Then
one night it was gone and in its place
a small green confinement hung by two silk threads
on a parsley stem. I think it took nothing with it
except faith, and patience. And then one morning

it expressed itself into the most beautiful being.

( for Nina )

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  1. Oh I love that book! Ha I saw the title and will not tell you my first thought, LOL...I need to get over myself :)

  2. Connie, for the reason that this is a poem about an insect, I thought it was going to be about John Clare. Have you read him?
    I think its time I ordered a book of Poems by Mary Oliver.


  3. it's a little early in the morning to have eyes filled with tears - but i'll take that, anyway, the tears - thank you sweet friend! xxx


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