• ben16w@lemmy.world
    6·
    3 months ago

    I Worried

    By Mary Oliver

    I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not how shall I correct it?

    Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better?

    Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows can do it and I am, well, hopeless.

    Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it, am I going to get rheumatism, lockjaw, dementia?

    Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.

    • Treedrake@fedia.ioOP
      1·
      3 months ago

      I love this one too. I love many of Oliver’s poems. They all feel so sincere, and grateful, and loving. I think she manifests what life should be about in a very beautiful way.

      • ben16w@lemmy.world
        2·
        3 months ago

        The one I posted is my favourite poem but I’ve not read any others of hers, I give them a read.

  • Treedrake@fedia.ioOP
    4·
    3 months ago

    “As a lamp, a cataract, a star in space an illusion, a dewdrop, a bubble a dream, a cloud, a flash of lightning view all created things like this.”

    ― The Diamond Sutra (transl. by Red Pine)

  • Coelacanth@feddit.nu
    1·
    3 months ago

    I really like the poem, but the background makes it terrible to read. Anyone else experiencing this?