Since 1993
The Summer Day
a poem by Mary Oliver:
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?
I just love < poem by Mary Oliver who passed away earlier this year. In all honesty, I don't really consider myself a poetry fan, but Mary Oliver reflects nature's essence in words in a way that's relatable and somehow inspiring.
This poem in particular inspires me to live more presently, connect with nature and recognize the beauty surrounding me, and live knowing that hell yeah life is a fleeting gift, so we should all do what we can to make the very best of our one wild and precious life.
It doesn't hurt that I happen to find grasshoppers incredibly cool 🙂
Since 1993
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