Is it strange that Mary Oliver reminds me of Hafiz,
especially in the irresponsible dawn hours when I feel
like I could swallow God even before I swallow
my dreams, when the ghosts of swallows still dance
in the light of an echoing sunset, when there is
nothing but blue inside, between these white pages?
especially in the irresponsible dawn hours when I feel
like I could swallow God even before I swallow
my dreams, when the ghosts of swallows still dance
in the light of an echoing sunset, when there is
nothing but blue inside, between these white pages?
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Yellow Sweater
Jul 16, 2021
A little bit inspired by Maggie Nelson's Bluets.
Also, Mary Oliver is a fairly contemporary American poet who writes about nature and spirituality (and perhaps most profoundly about the intersection between the two)
Hafiz is an ancient Persian Poet who wrote in Farsi in the 13th or 14th century... (I should know this). He is part of the Sufi canon and has a very radical approach to contemplating (inhabiting) God. Though to be fair, I have only read very loose translations of his work that were probably altered a lot by the New Age movement.