Morning Glories

Blue and dark-blue
pppppp rose and deepest rose
ppppppppppp white and pink they

are everywhere in the diligent
ppppp cornfield rising and swaying
ppppppppppp in their reliable

finery in the little
ppppp fling of their bodies their
ppppppppppp gear and tackle

all caught up in the cornstalks.
ppppp The reaper's story is the story
ppppppppppp of endless work of

work careful and heavy but the
ppppp reaper cannot
ppppppppppp separate them out there they

are in the story of his life
pppppp bright random useless
pppppppppppp year after year

taken with the serious tons
pppppp weeds without value
pppppppppppp humorous beautiful weeds.


From WHITE PINE (Harcout Brace, 1994)

 

Poems by Mary Oliver

Morning Glories

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