Summer Equinox

Summer-boquet

A poem for the longest, best day of the year.


The Swan

Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?

Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air –

An armful of white blossoms,

A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned

into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,

Biting the air with its black beak?

Did you hear it, fluting and whistling

A shrill dark music – like the rain pelting the trees – like a waterfall

Knifing down the black ledges?

And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds –

A white cross Streaming across the sky, it’s

Lake black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?

And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?

And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?

And have you changed your life?

 

Mary Oliver, From The Paris Review #124, Fall, 1992

1 thought on “Summer Equinox”

  1. Thanks for sharing the bouquet of summer flowers and the Mary Oliver poem. I agree summer Solstice is one of myz favorite days in the year. It even felt like summer here in the NW.

    Reply

Leave a Comment