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
Than all the electricity of New York City.
— Mary Oliver, “With Thanks to the Field Sparrow, Whose Voice is So Delicate and Humble” in “Evidence: Poems”
Notes:
- We’ll ignore the consequences of touching/picking up bird eggs from a nest… 🙂
- Poem: Thank you Make Believe Boutique
- Photo: Eva Bronzini via Pexels
Live & Learn 
powerful impact in the small things
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For sure.
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So much more wonderful.
This reminded me: when I was around 11 or 12 I picked up a baby raccoon in a park 😅 Lucky for me the mama wasn’t around… But I still think about that raccoon. I hope I didn’t hurt it by putting my scent on it…
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awwwww
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Mary Oliver was prescient – she knew you’d be visiting…
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She did!
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Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
“I do not live happily or comfortably with the cleverness of our times.” … and more!! — Mary Oliver, “With Thanks to the Field Sparrow, Whose Voice is So Delicate and Humble” in “Evidence: Poems”.
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Amen. Mary is that friend we needed. 😊
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Agree!
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and with thanks to our cove sparrow…
Needed this today!
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Right!
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Today I went through and agreed with all your follower friends. A touch of peace in todays madness.
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Exactly!
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oh, how absolutely lovely. and i appreciate your comment on ‘not taking out or even touching eggs’….. you see, it worked! no disapproving comments at all.
i repeat: mary is one of the best. ever!
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She is!!!
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