The Summer Day
Mary Oliver
1935 to 2019
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Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean—
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead up and down—
who is gazing around with her and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a is.
I do know how to pay attention, how fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how stroll through the fields,
which is what I have doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
me, what is it you plan to do
with one wild and precious life?
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