#prince buzzard

[wholenessblooming]

Mary Oliver, excerpt from the poem "Prince Buzzard" in Evidence: Poems

[adrasteiax]

(...) summer opened its green harbors the field was nothing but flowers, flowers, flowers, from shore to shore

Mary Oliver, from Prince Buzzard in “Evidence: Poems By Mary Oliver”

[starsalvation]

—Mary Oliver, Prince Buzzard

[poetry-rivers]

Prince Buzzard, I took you, so high in the air, for a narrow boat and two black sails. You were drifting

in the depths of the air wherever you wanted to go, and when you came down with your spoony mouth

and your red head and your creaking wings to the lamb dead, dead, dead

in the fields of spring I knew it was hunger that brought you— yet you went about it

so slowly, settling with hunched wings and silent as the grass itself

over the lamb’s white body— it seemed a ceremony, a pause

as though something in the quick of your own body had come out to give thanks

for the dark work that was yours, which wasn’t to be done easily or quickly, but thoroughly—

and indeed by time summer opened its green harbors the field was nothing but flowers, flowers, flowers, from shore to shore

Mary Oliver, "Prince Buzzard" from Evidence: Poems

[quotetidien]

by time summer   opened its green harbors     the field was nothing but flowers, flowers, flowers.

Mary Oliver, “Prince Buzzard.” Evidence, 2009.