Yes, I’ve gone and done it again. Another found poem. This time instead of contrasting two poets together, I have taken one poet: Mary Oliver and pulled pieces from 8 different poems to bring together a brand new poem. I’ve taken no more than two to four lines from each poem. Each verse is from a different poem and in a few cases a pronoun has been changed. After this found poem, I cite the poems that were used to create it.
Every morning I walk softly and with forward glances
down to the ponds and through the pinewoods.
I have gone every day to the same woods,
not waiting, exactly, just lingering.
I have thought sometimes that
something – I can’t name it –
watches as I walk
Around me the trees stir in their leaves
and call out, “Stay awhile.”
Later, lying half-asleep under
the blankets, I watch
while the doe, glittering with rain, steps
under the wet slabs of the pines
These are the woods I love,
where the secret name
of every death is life again – a miracle
Someday I’ll live in the sky.
Meanwhile the house of my life is this green world.
In the book of the earth it is written:
nothing can die.
~Mary Oliver~
One
The Place I Want to Get Back To
Beans
When I Am Among the Trees
Clapp’s Pond
Skunk Cabbage
Boundaries
Ghosts
