The Sun

A beautiful poem from Living Wittily this morning, which mirrors some of Doda's reflections on a memorable trip to Skye for Jessie and Scott's wedding.

The Sun
Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
_
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats towards the horizon
_
and into the cloud 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
empty-handed---
or have you too
turned from the world---
_
or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?

Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Vol. 1, pages 50-51.
Duncan