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Starlings in Winter
 --- Mary Oliver

Chunky and noisy,
but with stars in their black feathers,
they spring from the telephone wire
and instantly

They are acrobats
in the freezing wind.
And now, in the theater of air,
they swing over buildings,

dipping and rising;
they float like one strippled star
that opens,
becomes for a moment fragmented,

then closes again;
and you watch
and you try
but you simply can’t imagine

how they do it
with articulated instruction, no pause,
only the silent confirmation
that they are this notable thing,

this wheel of many parts, than can rise and spin
over and over again,
full of gorgeous life.
Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,

even in the leafless winter,
even in the ashy city.
I am thinking now
of grief, and of getting past it;

I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart
pumping hard.  I want

to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings.

 

 

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Vera

Beautiful poem (I love Starlings) and gorgeous photo.

Kat

Perfect indeed for a Monday. This morning the gathering of mourning doves on the wires were impressive!!

margene

Mary has a poem for every feeling, and this the bleakness of winter. In just a few words, we feel her grief and sorrow. She always wows.

Bonny

Perfect for the start of the bleak and bitter gray season!

Patty

Thank-you Kym! Ah...the image of the starlings is just lovely.

Debbie

I love Mary! This poem is perfect for this very cold day!

kim in oregon

Beautiful photo!

Carole

A beautiful poem for this leafless winter day.

Jo

Mary Oliver is just breathtaking—I’m thinking of dangerous and noble things!

Mary

sigh. I Love Mary Oliver every day. and this made me think I've seen more cardinals, doves, crows and hawks. but no starlings. still, I do wish for a week of "improbable beautiful". Thank you, Kym!

Honore Francois

Your photo and Mary’s poem...doesn’t get any better than this! I have a friend who is a bird watcher but she doesn’t like starlings - so I guess she’d not appreciate your post. Her loss...

Cheers~

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