“When I am among the trees” by Mary Oliver

DSC_0066When I am among the trees,
especially the willows and the honey locust,
equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,
they give off such hints of gladness.
I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself,
in which I have goodness, and discernment,
and never hurry through the world
but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”

“When I Am Among the Trees” by Mary Oliver, from Thirst. © Beacon Press, 2006.

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1 Response to “When I am among the trees” by Mary Oliver

  1. Jerome Bloom says:


    6x6x16 inches
    200 years plus

    in my studio
    a wood beam section
    hard strong pine
    dumpster dived
    from a rehab site
    a house built
    in the late 1890s
    from its core
    i can count
    over 100 years
    surely more

    for over 15 years
    i have studied this wood
    what to make
    how to honor
    its history
    its life
    still do
    this wood
    so as I do
    it has life

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