The Beautiful, Striped Sparrow | Mary Oliver
by Elouise
Here’s a thought-provoking poem from Mary Oliver about loneliness. My comments follow.
In the afternoons,
in the almost empty fields,
I hum the hymns
I used to singin church.
They could not tame me,
so they would not keep me,
alas,and how that feels,
the weight of it,
I will not tell
any of you,not ever.
Still, as they promised,
God, once he is in your heart,
is everywhere—so even here
among the weeds
and the brisk trees.
How long does it taketo hum a hymn? Strolling
one or two acres
of the sweetness
of the world,not counting
a lapse, now and again,
of sheer emptiness.
Once a deerstood quietly at my side.
And sometimes the wind
has touched my cheek
like a spirit.Am I lonely?
The beautiful, striped sparrow,
serenely, on the tallest weed in his kingdom,
also sings without words.© 2006 by Mary Oliver
Thirst, pp.29-30
Published by Beacon Press
I don’t mind being alone. I do mind the loneliness that sometimes comes with this pandemic. Instead of “almost empty fields” to roam, I have a smallish neighborhood full of children, parents, and senior citizens. Quite wonderful, actually.
It’s a short walk from our house to temporarily quiet spaces. The soccer field and playground area behind the elementary school is almost deserted. As is the church parking lot and cemetery directly across the street.
Then there’s our small, beautiful village park full of large old trees. The little kid playground and big kid tennis courts have been closed for now. But the softball/soccer field is wide open. A few families are out with their children and/or dogs burning off energy. And best of all, the trees and shrubs are sending out new growth and bright blossoms.
I’ve not had a deer stand “quietly at my side.” Still, I’ve felt the wind and bits of rain on my face, and heard the music of robins, woodpeckers and Carolina wrens welcoming spring. All topped off by relatively quiet air space, with a small trickle of commercial flights passing over to land at the Philly airport.
Wishing you a not-so-lonely Monday!
Elouise♥
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 13 April 2020
Photo of Baird’s Sparrow found at birdsoftheworld.org
Beautiful…fitting of these days we are wandering through…
Thank you for sharing 🙂
Be Well…Be Safe…..
Take Care……. You Matter………
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You’re welcome, mary. And thank you for the reminder that each of us matters, including you. 🙂
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Thank you, Elouise, for this poignant poem, on a day when it almost seems the cosmos is weeping (wailing early this morning!)…
The little sparrow looks as if he is singing defiantly! Go birdie – sing your heart out. We need your song! And yours, Elouise!
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Yes, wailing. What an apt word. The little sparrow is indeed defiant as well as beautiful! I’m ready for the wind gusts to die down so the birds can emerge singing their hearts out. 🙂
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Beautiful, Elouise!
Mary Oliver is one of my favorite poets to read. I try to ingest her words and apply them in my life. 🙂
Nature is wonderful company. And we carry so many loved ones in our memories and in our hearts we are never really all alone…but I know that feeling of loneliness that can creep in.
(((HUGS)))
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Yes….sometimes phone calls don’t quite get us there. 😟 Thanks, Carolyn. 🙏🏻
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Lovely Elouise. I’m very happy on my own. But I would like to sit a chat with people again.
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Thank you, John. Who ever knew a simple thing like that would be so important. I miss that, too.
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