Winter

Winter

And the waves
gush pearls
from their snowy throats
as they come
leaping
over the moss-green,
black-green,
glass-green roughage —
as they crumble
on the incline
scattering
whatever they carry
in their invisible
and motherly
hands:
stones,
seaweed,
mussels
icy and plump
with waled shells,
waiting
for the gatherers
who come flying
on their long white wings—
who comes walking,
who comes muttering:
thank you,
old dainties,
dark wreckage,
coins of the sea
in my pockets
and plenty for the gulls
and the wind still pounding
and the sea still streaming in like a mother wild with gifts—
in this world I am as rich
as I need to be.

– Mary Oliver

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5 Responses to Winter

  1. Jeremy says:

    Beautiful poem, I want to go out and find all her work now. Your photos are the perfect complement. Welcome back.

  2. Anonymous says:

    at last!

    whats next?

  3. Anonymous says:

    where did the pirate go?

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  5. Anonymous says:

    poetry is nice. but where´s the music. That look in Debashish eyes are psyching me out.

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