Tuesdays are for Poetry.

Such Silence

As deep as I ever went into the forest
I came upon an old stone bench, very, very old,
and around it a clearing, and beyond that
trees taller and older than I had ever seen.

Such silence!
It really wasn’t so far from a town, but it seemed
all the clocks in the world had stopped counting.
So it was hard to suppose the usual rules applied.

Sometimes there’s only a hint, a possibility.
What’s magical, sometimes, has deeper roots
  than reason.
I hope everyone knows that.

I sat on the bench, waiting for something.
An angel, perhaps.
Or dancers with the legs of goats.

No, I didn’t see either. But only, I think, because
  I didn’t stay long enough.

– Mary Oliver (from Blue Horses)

10 thoughts on “Tuesdays are for Poetry.

  1. I took a much-needed walk in the woods on Sunday, and as always, Mary Oliver expresses my feeling far better than I can. No angels, but I did see a wondrous view of the creek from far up the side of the ravine that made the creek look less like water and more like a beautiful undulating strip of blue in a picture just for me. I didn't stay long enough in the silence.

  2. Lovely poem, I remember our walk through the totem park in Sitka, there were so many interesting things to see, unusual trees, totem poles, etc. Maybe I need to spend a bit more time walking through the forest?!

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