Poetry Friday
04/15/2016
It's Friday . . . and it's National Poetry Month.
Let's have some poetry, shall we?
Angels
You might see an angel anytime
and anywhere. Of course you have
to open your eyes to a kind of
second level, but it's not really
hard. The whole business of
what's reality and what isn't has
never been solved and probably
never will be. So I don't care to
be too definite about anything.
I have a lot of edges called Perhaps
and almost nothing you can call
Certainty. For myself, but not
for other people. That's a place
you just can't get into, not
entirely anyway, other people's
heads.
I'll just leave you with this.
I don't care how many angels can
dance on the head of a pin. It's
enough to know that for some people
they exist, and that they dance.
---- Mary Oliver, Blue Horses
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(The photo, above, is a tree peony. In bloom at a nursery near me.)
I've been thinking about angels a lot lately...this poem is one of my new favorites!
Posted by: Mary | 04/15/2016 at 07:32 AM
Simply lovely -- both the peony and the poem. There's a line from another Mary Oliver poem about "something inexplicable made plain", and she does it beautifully here.
Posted by: Bonny | 04/15/2016 at 08:09 AM
I love this poem more than I can say. Thanks for sharing it, and Happy Weekend!
Posted by: Baclancy | 04/15/2016 at 08:38 AM
What a lovely poem, thanks for sharing it.
Posted by: Debbie | 04/15/2016 at 08:55 AM
Mary's words are always remarkably astute. I apologize for not following through by blogging on poetry Friday.
Posted by: margene | 04/15/2016 at 12:25 PM
Beautiful poem - especially the last lines. Yes, that is indeed a lovely thing to think of! Happy Weekend, Kym!
Posted by: AsKatKnits | 04/15/2016 at 12:48 PM
Mary Oliver always delivers. Thanks for sharing that one.
Posted by: Carole | 04/16/2016 at 07:42 AM