Monday, November 28, 2005


Package of poetry books waiting for me on the porch when we finally made it home last night - nice. I was so excited to read Mary Oliver's 42 new poems in her New and Selected Poems Volume Two. I was not disappointed. She continues to amaze and uplift. Her poems remind me what my ultimate goal of poetry has always been - to praise. She did throw a curve ball - a poem with politics - which, I believe, is someplace she said poetry shouldn't go. But in these times, who can resist?

Percy (Two)

I have a little dog who likes to nap with me.
He climbs on my body and puts his face in my neck.
He is sweeter than soap.
He is more wonderful than a diamond necklace,
which can't even bark.
I would like to take him to Kashmir and the Ukraine,
and Jerusalem and Palestine and Iraq and Darfur,
that the sorrowing thousands might see his laughing mouth.
I would like to take him to Washington, right into
the oval office
where Donald Rumsfeld would crawl out of the president's
and kneel down on the carpet, and romp like a boy.

For once, for a moment, a rational man.

Thank you Mary Oliver!


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