Wednesday, July 19, 2006

The Plum Trees

by Mary Oliver, from American Primitive

Such richness flowing
through the branches of summer and into

the body, carried inward on the five
rivers! Disorder and astonishment

rattle your thoughts and your heart
cries for rest but don't

succumb, there's nothing
so sensible as senual inundation. Joy

is a taste before
it is anything else, and the body

can lounge for hours devouring
the important moments. Listen,

the only way
to tempt happiness into your mind is by taking it

into the body first, like small
wild plums.


Blogger dungan said...

deliciousness is what summer is all about. there is no sinfulness here, no decadence, only bounty. ripe plums, taut skin, the sheen of juiciness. as Rim sez "the heart bursts... open."

4:43 PM  
Blogger dungan said...

i mean "Rumi" not "Rim." oh, it got weird.

12:02 AM  
Blogger Ramblin' Rabbit said...

beautiful! I especially like:

is a taste before
it is anything else"

8:25 AM  
Anonymous Kate said...

I could go for some delicious plum rum right about now.

7:53 AM  

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