The Sun

The Sun
Mary Oliver

Have you ever seen anything
in your life more wonderful

than the way the sun, every evening,
relaxed and easy, floats toward 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, every 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 this world--
or have you too gone crazy for power, for things?

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