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The Poet: Mary Oliver, “To Begin With, the Sweet Grass” (Excerpt)
“What I loved in the beginning, I think, was mostly myself.
Never mind that I had to, since somebody had to.
That was many years ago.
Since then I have gone out from my confinements,
through with difficulty.
I mean the ones that thought to rule my heart.
I cast them out, I put them on the mush pile.
They will be nourishment somehow (everything is nourishment
somehow or another).
And I have become the child of the clouds, and of hope.
I have become the friend of the enemy, whoever that is.
I have become older and, cherishing what I have learned,
I have become younger.
And what do I risk to tell you this, which is all I know?
Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.”
- Mary Oliver
2012-09-02 23:35:32
Source: http://coyoteprime-runningcauseicantfly.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-poet-mary-oliver-to-begin-with.html
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