Friday, January 29, 2016

Who Has Seen Anything Cleaner?

…I wish we could be friends,
  but when he sees me
    daring to look at him
      he opens his strong arms

that are dressed, always, in the darkest ribbons,
  and floats off —
    but only a little way
      and he’s down again on the sandy track.

and who has seen yet anything cleaner,
    more gleaming, more certain of its philosophy
      than the eye he turns back?

From ‘Crow’ by Mary Oliver

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