Sunday, December 20, 2015

With Thanks

With thanks to the field sparrow,
Whose voice is so delicate and humble

I do not live happily or comfortably
with the cleverness of our times.
The talk is all about computers,
the news is all about bombs and blood.
This morning, in the fresh field,
I came upon a hidden nest.
It held four warm, speckled eggs.
I touched them.
Then went away softly,
having felt something more wonderful,
then all the electricity of  New York city." -Mary Oliver

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