A Lotus Grows in Brooklyn

A Poem for Friday
April 9, 2010, 1:35 pm
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I just came across the following poem via this blog and it completely and utterly floored me.

The Journey

              by Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice—

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

“Mend my life!”

each voice cried.

But you didn’t stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do—

determined to save

the only life you could save. 


From “Dream Work,” copyright 1986.


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it was one of the wonderful post i’ve seen…
outstanding balance of stuffzz….
Amazing work….
learnd a lot
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Thank you…i’ll b in touch….

Comment by sami Alam

Very nice.

The image is cool too.

Comment by Cockroach!

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