Mockingbirds Analysis

This morning

two mockingbirds

in the green field

were spinning and tossing



the white ribbons

of their songs

into the air.

I had nothing



better to do

than listen.

I mean this

seriously.



In Greece,

a long time ago,

an old couple

opened their door



to two strangers

who were,

it soon appeared,

not men at all,



but gods.

It is my favorite story--

how the old couple

had almost nothing to give



but their willingness

to be attentive--

but for this alone

the gods loved them



and blessed them--

when they rose

out of their mortal bodies,

like a million particles of water



from a fountain,

the light

swept into all the corners

of the cottage,



and the old couple,

shaken with understanding,

bowed down--

but still they asked for nothing



but the difficult life

which they had already.

And the gods smiled, as they vanished,

clapping their great wings.



Wherever it was

I was supposed to be

this morning--

whatever it was I said



I would be doing--

I was standing

at the edge of the field--

I was hurrying



through my own soul,

opening its dark doors--

I was leaning out;

I was listening.

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While writing this poem, Mary Oliver is describing a beautiful song about the story she loves

| Posted on 2008-10-07 | by a guest