Evening Poetry, April 20

Mornings At Blackwater

by Mary Oliver

For years, every morning, I drank
from Blackwater Pond.
It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,
the feet of ducks.

And always it assuaged me
from the dry bowl of the very far past.

What I want to say is
that the past is the past,
and the present is what your life is,
and you are capable
of choosing what that will be,
darling citizen.

So come to the pond,
or the river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,
and put your lips to the world.

And live
your life.

You can find this poem in Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver.

2 thoughts on “Evening Poetry, April 20

  1. Jason A. Muckley April 20, 2020 / 9:43 pm

    I love Mary Oliver’s poetry! Thanks for sharing

    • Kim April 21, 2020 / 7:25 am

      You’re so welcome! I love her poetry too. 😊

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