A POEM

~The Sun by Mary Oliver~

Have you ever seen anything in your life

more wonderful than the way the sun,

every evening, relaxed and easy, floats towards 
the horizon and into the clouds or the hills,

or the rumpled sea and is gone ---

and how it slides again out of the blackness, 
each morning, on the other side of the world,

like a red flower streaming upward on 
its heavenly oils, say, on a morning in 
early summer, at its perfect imperial distance ---

and have you ever felt for anything such wild love ---

Do you think there is anywhere, in any language,

a word billowing enough for the pleasure

that fills you as the sun reaches out, as it 
warms you as you stand there, empty-handed ---

or have you too turned from the world ---

or have you too gone crazy 
for power, for things?