Look, it’s spring. And last year’s loose dust has turned into this soft willingness. The wind-flowers have come up trembling, slowly the brackens are up-lifting their curvaceous and pale bodies. The thrushes have come home, none less than filled with mystery, sorrow, happiness, music, ambition.
And I am walking out into all of this with nowhere to go and no task undertaken but to turn the pages of this beautiful world over and over, in the world of my mind.
* * *
Therefore, dark past,
I’m about to do it.
I’m about to forgive you
“A Settlement” by Mary Oliver from What Do We Know, Poems and Prose Poems
2 thoughts on ““A Settlement” by Mary Oliver”
No words could make this poem any better. So I will just say thanks for sharing it.😎
Thank you for reading it. Powerful stuff, huh?
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