Friday, July 16, 2010

This poem is sooooo Froggy!!!

From Mary Oliver's Poem "Flare"

Nothing is so delicate or so finely hinged as the wings
of the green moth
against the lantern
against its heat
against the beak of the crow
in the early morning.

Yet the moth has trim, and feistiness, and not a drop
of self pity.

Not in this world.


holly said...

I really appreciate this poem. It's so Ojaio too. It actually brought a tear to my eye. Thank you for sharing. :)

tdraxler said...

fiestyness and not a drop of self pity. That's my Emily, too. :)