Monday, May 13, 2013

Fragments of Poetry 9






"Then the wind
         fluttered its wrists, a
                sweet music as usual,

though as usual I could not tell
         whether it was about caring or not caring
              that it tossed itself around, in the boughs of light,
                   and sang."




Fragment from the poem: "So"  written by Mary Oliver from the collection:  West Wind  © 1997


You may also enjoy:  Fragments of Poetry 8:  March 28, 2013 
                                     Fragments of Poetry 7:  January 25, 2013 


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Photo Location:  Thornapple River,  Cascade Township,  Kent County,  Michigan