This quote is a poem, by Mary Oliver, and I’m sending it out to my parents. Apparently, the gannet has appeared in Rhode Island, and my parents were going out on Sunday to try to see if they could spot them at the beach anywhere. Mary Oliver wrote a poem about gannets, and here it is: <\/p>\n
I am watching the white gannets
\nblaze down into the water
\nwith the power of blunt spears
\nand a stunning accuracy —
\neven though the sea is riled and boiling
\nand gray with fog
\nand the fish are nowhere to be seen,
\nthey fall, they explode into the water
\nlike white gloves,
\nthen they vanish,
\nthen they climb out again,
\nfrom the cliff of the wave,
\nlike white flowers —
\nand still I think
\nthat nothing in this world moves
\nbut as a positive power —
\neven the fish, finning down into the current
\nor collapsing
\nin the red purse of the beak,
\nare only interrupted from their own pursuit
\nof whatever it is
\nthat fills their bellies —
\nand I say:
\nlife is real,
\nand pain is real,
\nbut death is an imposter,
\nand if I could be what once I was,
\nlike the wolf or the bear
\nstanding on the cold shore,
\nI would still see it —
\nhow the fish simply escape, this time,
\nor how they slide down into a black fire
\nfor a moment,
\nthen rise from the water inseparable
\nfrom the gannets’ wings.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
This quote is a poem, by Mary Oliver, and I’m sending it out to my parents. Apparently, the gannet has appeared in Rhode Island, and my parents were going out on Sunday to try to see if they could spot … Continue reading