how the spirit likes to dress up

blue-branches-cathie-tylerphoto by Cathie Tyler

 

Here’s a poem by Mary Oliver:

Poem

 

The spirit

   likes to dress up like this:    

  ten fingers,  

      ten toes,

shoulders, and all the rest

   at night    

   in the black branches      

    in the morning

in the blue branches 

    of the world.     

   It could float, of course,       

    but would rather

plumb rough mattter.

   Airy and shapeless thing,   

    it needs     

     the metaphor of the body,

lime and appetite,  

  the oceanic fluids;  

     it needs the body’s world,    

     instinct

 and imagination  

  and the dark hug of time  

    sweetness      

  and tangibility

to be understood,  

  to be more than pure light    

   that burns      

    where no one is —

 

 

dark hug of time

 

 

tiny toes

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One thought on “how the spirit likes to dress up

  1. Yessssssssss! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! My favorite poem in the world, delivered to me by the universe at the perfect moment, is by Mary Oliver. “Wild Geese” is a permanent fixture on my site (and tattooed on my fingers, which makes it odd trying to explain to people that I don’t like geese.)

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