Friday, May 09, 2008

Starlings in Winter

I know I have posted this Mary Oliver poem before, but it is a favorite of mine and worth posting again. Daffy made a comment on my Morning Walk blog this morning that brought this poem to mind, so this is for her. You can enjoy it again too if you like.

Starlings in Winter

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 theatre of air,
they swing over buildings,

dipping and rising;
they float like one stippled 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 no articulated instruction, no pause,
only the silent confirmation
that they are this notable thing,

this wheel of many parts, that 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.

2 comments:

daffy said...

Cuppa, I love this and I've never heard it!
It relives the movements exactly, the way they create dance moves almost!
Thank you for sharing it. I'm going to google the poet now and see what other work she has done!
Have a lovely weekend! x

Cuppa said...

Daffy - glad you liked it. Mary Oliver is one of my favorite poets. I think I have all of her books.