Hummingbird

March 13, 2011 @ 6:08 pm | Filed under: ,

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…………….“…I am scorched
…………….to realize once again
…………….how many small, available things
…………….are in this world

…………….that aren’t
…………….pieces of gold
…………….or power—
…………….that nobody owns

…………….or could buy even
…………….for a hillside of money—
…………….that just float
…………….in the world…”

………—from the poem “Summer Story” by Mary Oliver,
………which is about a hummingbird and the human heart


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  1. Hannah says:

    Is that the same hummingbird we saw in your yard? That was such a treat!

    (I don’t expect you to be able to authoritatively identify in one way or another. :-))

  2. tanita says:

    Aren’t they cute when they sit still?
    That’s the one thing I was ticked off about when we got to the UK – no hummingbirds! How DO they survive without them??

  3. YVONNE says:

    I loved the poem so much that I searched for it and found it in its entirety. Wonderful. I can’t wait to read it with my 9 year old poetry loving daughter tomorrow. Thanks!