Mary Oliver - 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, its feet

Like 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 in Poetry by Mary Oliver
































And have you too finally figured out what a heart is for?

And have you too finally figured out that beauty is in your eyes?









And have you too finally figured out that it was you who took my eyes away and made me saw the whole world?
Don't forget to Keep my eyes. I have two hearts in their place.
Now I know where a heart belongs.
Thanks for the heart.
Because of the heart, don't tell, but I'm going to say: I love you...