Foolishness? No, It’s Not
Sometimes I spend all day trying to count
the leaves on a single tree. To do this I
have to climb branch by branch and
write down the numbers in a little book.
So I suppose, from their point of view,
it’s reasonable that my friends say: what
foolishness! She’s got her head in the clouds
again.
But it’s not. Of course I have to give up,
but by then I’m half crazy with the wonder
of it – the abundance of the leaves, the
quietness of the branches, the hopelessness
of my effort. And I am in that delicious
and important place, roaring with laughter,
full of earth-praise.
by Mary Oliver
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Brilliant sharing Polly! An absolute favourite poet…who brings thoughts to life in wonderful images that speak so clearly, …this is timeless and profoundly childlike. Poetry that endures!
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So so SO agree, Kate!
And with you, Polly!
Thanks!!
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