A Poet Reflects

Now comes the long blue cold
Now comes the long blue cold and what shall I say but that some bird in the tree of my heart is singing.
That same heart that only yesterday was a room shut tight, without dreams.
Isn’t it wonderful—the cold wind and spring in the heart inexplicable. Darling girl.  Picklock.
—Mary Oliver, from “Eleven Versions of the Same Poem:” in Red Bird: Poems (Beacon Press, 2008)

Now comes the long blue cold

Now comes the long blue cold
and what shall I say but that some
bird in the tree of my heart
is singing.

That same heart that only yesterday
was a room shut tight, without dreams.

Isn’t it wonderful—the cold wind and
spring in the heart inexplicable.
Darling girl.  Picklock.

—Mary Oliver, from “Eleven Versions of the Same Poem:” in Red Bird: Poems (Beacon Press, 2008)

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