From the complications of loving you
I think there is no end or return.
No answer, no coming out of it.
Which is the only way to love, isn’t it?
This isn’t a play ground, this is
earth, our heaven, for a while.
Therefore I have given precedence
to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods
that hold you in the center of my world.
And I say to my body: grow thinner still.
And I say to my fingers, type me a pretty song.
And I say to my heart: rave on.
– Mary Oliver, Thirst
Happy Birthday to Mary Oliver (born September 10, 1935) who turns 80 today. Rave on, Mary, rave on.
(If you too love Mary’s work, don’t miss the post “Poems, Prayers, and Mary Oliver” featured at LoraKim Joyner’s A Year’s Risings with Mary Oliver. The blog is a “must follow” for Mary Oliver fans; while it’s not often updated, there are plenty of posts and poems to read in her archives.)