Poetry Sunday: The Sun by Mary Oliver

As a confirmed sun-watcher myself I understand very well the experience Mary Oliver describes in this poem. And I am quite sure there is no word "billowing enough" for the pleasure it affords me, but her words come close.  

The Sun

by Mary Oliver 

Have you ever seen
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again
out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--

do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
or have you too
turned from this world--
or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?


  1. The warmth, the emotions, the searching for words to explain her feelings - Mary Oliver did well. I'm having trouble posting this comment so trying a different name. Alana ramblinwitham.blogspot.com

    1. Well, thanks for making the effort to get your comment posted, Alana. I always look forward to your comments.

  2. She captures it so beautifully!


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