Thursday \u00a0January 9<\/p>\n
I know it’s off season to post a lovely song from the depths of summer, but it’s not perverse to make the point that these winter days will not last forever. \u00a0 Besides, there’s lots to be said, about weather and other deep matters such as the learning process, for the Lark’s astonishingly renewed \u00a0inner energy.<\/p>\n
Blessings from the north edge of McNichols Campus.<\/p>\n
john sj<\/p>\n
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Mary Oliver today.<\/p>\n
“The Lark”<\/p>\n
And I have seen,
\nat dawn,
\nthe lark
\nspin out of the long grass
\nand into the pink air –
\nits wings,
\nwhich are neither wide
\nnor overstrong,
\nfluttering –
\nthe pectorals
\nploughing and flashing
\nfor nothing but altitude –
\nand the song
\nbursting
\nall the while
\nfrom the red throat.
\nAnd then he descends,
\nand is sorry.
\nHis little head hangs
\nand he pants for breath
\nfor a few moments
\namong the hoops of the grass,
\nwhich are crisp and dry,
\nwhere most of his living is done –
\nand then something summons him again
\nand up he goes,
\nhis shoulders working,
\nhis whole body almost collapsing and floating
\nto the edges of the world.
\nWe are reconciled, I think,
\nto too much.
\nBetter to be a bird, like this one –
\nan ornament of the eternal.
\nAs he came down once, to the nest of the grass,
\n\u201cSquander the day, but save the soul, \u201d
\nI heard him say.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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