fredag 2. januar 2009

the journey

Pictures by norwegian photographer Julia Pike. Se more of her work at

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice-
though the hole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles
"Mend your life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen branches and stones.
But little by little
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as you own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world, determined to do
the only thing you could do-
determined to save
the only life you could save.
-Mary Oliver

2 kommentarer:

  1. that's a good poem to read today. Happy New Year!

  2. Hello, thanks for visiting my little blog, yours is very sweet. Happy new year!