Little Summer Poem Touching the Subject of Faith
anything, I can't see anything --
nor the tassels making,
the leafy fields
And so, every summer,
the tapping of downwardness from the banyan feet --
And, therefore, let the immeasurable come.
swing through the air.
From West Wind: Poems and Prose Poems, by Mary Oliver. Published by
Houghton Mifflin Co., Boston. Copyright 1997 by Mary Oliver. Reprinted by
Robert Hass, former U.S. poet laureate, is the author, most recently, of the collection "Sun Under Wood."
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