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The Pancake Chronicles: <em>A Dream of Trees</em>

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Friday, July 30, 2010

A Dream of Trees

© Colleen Hilman
                    There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,
                    A quiet house, some green and modest acres
                    A little way from every troubling town,
                    A little way from factories, schools, laments.
                    I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,
                    With only streams and birds for company,
                    To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.
                    And then it came to me, that so was death,
                    A little way away from everywhere.

                    There is a thing in me still dreams of trees,
                    But let it go. Homesick for moderation,
                    Half the world’s artists shrink or fall away.
                    If any find solution, let him tell it.
                    Meanwhile I bend my heart toward lamentation
                    Where, as the times implore our true involvement,
                    The blades of every crisis point the way.

                    I would it were not so, but so it is.
                    Who ever made music of a mild day?



                          Mary Oliver - A Dream of Trees

1 Comments:

Blogger nan said...

I love this poem. Thanks for posting this today. Perfect message for any day.

30 July 2010 at 08:26  

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