Morning in a New Land – Mary Oliver

Click on the link above to visit Mary’s Facebook page for this beautiful poem, as we embark on 2018. Here’s the text, for those who have difficulty following Facebook links:-

‘Morning In A New Land

In trees still dripping night some nameless birds
Woke, shook out their arrowy wings, and sang, 
Slowly, like finches sifting through a dream.
The pink sun fell, like glass, into the fields. 
Two chestnuts, and a dapple gray,
Their shoulders wet with light, their dark hair streaming,
Climbed the hill. The last mist fell away,

And under the trees, beyond time’s brittle drift,
I stood like Adam in his lonely garden
On that first morning, shaken out of sleep,
Rubbing his eyes, listening, parting the leaves,
Like tissue on some vast, incredible gift.’

Mary Oliver

May we all appreciate and honour our vast, incredible gift in 2018.

Here’s a book link (or there is a more recent 2 volume set, which we think – although cannot promise – includes this poem):-

https://www.amazon.co.uk/New-Selected-Poems-Mary-Oliver/dp/0807068195/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1514914884&sr=1-3&keywords=mary+oliver+new+and+selected+poems

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