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[Poetry Friday] White-Eyes by Mary Oliver

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Fats here.

We’ve had snow flurries throughout this week. I’ve been asked at least twice by people at work if I like snow. I do — when I don’t have to go anywhere. The snow itself very pretty, but things could take a nasty turn when there’s black ice on the roads.

My Poetry Friday offering today is somewhat snow-related.

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Obligatory winter photo from our staff break room.

White-Eyes

In winter
    all the singing is in
         the tops of the trees
             where the wind-bird
with its white eyes
    shoves and pushes
         among the branches.
             Like any of us
he wants to go to sleep,
    but he’s restless—
         he has an idea,
             and slowly it unfolds
from under his beating wings
    as long as he stays awake.
         But his big, round music, after all,
             is too breathy to last.
So, it’s over.
    In the pine-crown
         he makes his nest,
             he’s done all he can.
I don’t know the name of this bird,
    I only imagine his glittering beak
         tucked in a white wing
             while the clouds—
which he has summoned
    from the north—
         which he has taught
             to be mild, and silent—
thicken, and begin to fall
    into the world below
         like stars, or the feathers
               of some unimaginable bird
that loves us,
    that is asleep now, and silent—
         that has turned itself
             into snow.

Fats works at the Circulation Department of the Wayne County Public Library in Wooster, Ohio. She is a certified tsundoku, a Japanese slang that describes the act of acquiring books and letting them pile up. When she is not hoarding books, Fats is either goofing around with her cat or playing video games. She is 60% Gryffindor and 40% Ravenclaw.

1 comment on “[Poetry Friday] White-Eyes by Mary Oliver

  1. How are you coping with the Ohio winter, you tropical daughter of the sun you?
    Miss you!

    Like

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