{"id":175,"date":"2018-11-29T11:06:00","date_gmt":"2018-11-29T11:06:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2018\/11\/29\/a-poem-for-thursday-8\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T23:00:10","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T23:00:10","slug":"a-poem-for-thursday-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2018\/11\/29\/a-poem-for-thursday-8\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #8"},"content":{"rendered":"
<\/a><\/div>\n

Most summers for the last ten years or so we have rented a farmhouse in New York for a week during the summer. (A post I wrote about it is here<\/a>.)\u00a0 We love it. It is on 70 acres with fields, woods, a stream, and a pond. It is a week of quiet and nature and peaceful joy. We weren’t able to go this year but today’s poem reminds me of just how wonderful it is and of the early morning joy of a walk up by the pond. Maybe next year…<\/p>\n

At Great Pond<\/i>
\nthe sun, rising,<\/i>
\nscrapes his orange breast<\/i>
\non the thick pines,<\/i>
\nand down tumble<\/i>
\na few orange feathers into<\/i>
\nthe dark water.<\/i>
\nOn the far shore<\/i>
\na white bird is standing<\/i>
\nlike a white candle —<\/i>
\nor a man, in the distance,<\/i>
\nin the clasp of some meditation —<\/i>
\nwhile\u00a0all around me the lilies<\/i>
\nare breaking open again<\/i>
\nfrom the\u00a0black cave\u00a0<\/i>
\nof the night.<\/i>
\nLater, I will consider<\/i>
\nwhat I have seen —<\/i>
\nwhat it could signify —<\/i>
\nwhat words of adoration I might<\/i>
\nmake of it, and to do this<\/i>
\nI will go indoors to my desk —<\/i>
\nI will sit in my chair —<\/i>
\nI will look back\u00a0<\/i>
\ninto the lost morning<\/i>
\nin which I am moving, now,<\/i>
\nlike a swimmer,<\/i>
\nso smoothly,<\/i>
\nso peacefully,<\/i>
\nI am almost the lily —<\/i>
\nalmost the\u00a0bird vanishing over the water<\/i>
\non its sleeves of night.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nAt Great Pond<\/i>
\nMary Oliver
\n
\n<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Most summers for the last ten years or so we have rented a farmhouse in New York for a week during the summer. (A post I wrote about it is here.)\u00a0 We love it. It is on 70 acres with fields, woods, a stream, and a pond. It is a week of quiet and nature and peaceful joy. We weren’t able to go this year but today’s poem reminds me of just how wonderful it is and of the early morning joy of a walk up by the pond. Maybe next year… At Great Pond the sun, rising, scrapes his orange breast on the thick pines, and down tumble a few orange feathers into the dark water. On the far shore a white bird is standing like a white candle — or a man, in the distance, in the clasp of some meditation — while\u00a0all around me the lilies are breaking open again from the\u00a0black cave\u00a0 of the night. Later, I will consider what I have seen — what it could signify — what words of adoration I might make of it, and to do this I will go indoors to my desk — I will sit in my chair — I will look back\u00a0 into the lost morning in which I am moving, now, like a swimmer, so smoothly, so peacefully, I am almost the lily — almost the\u00a0bird vanishing over the water on its sleeves of night. At Great Pond Mary Oliver<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1484,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-175","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/175","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=175"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/175\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2638,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/175\/revisions\/2638"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1484"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=175"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=175"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=175"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}