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The Hummingbird

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When the hummingbird
sinks its face
into the trumpet vine,
into the funnels

of the blossoms
and the tongue
leaps out
and throbs,

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 but even
for a hillside of money-----
that just float
in the world,

or drift over the fields,
or into the gardens,
and into the tents of the vines,
and now here I am

spending my time,
as the saying goes,
watching until the watching turns into feeling,
so that I feel I am myself

a small bird with a terrible hunger,
with a thin beak probing and dipping
and a heart that races so fast

it is only a heart beat ahead of breaking------
and I am the hunger and the assuagement,
and also I am the leaves and the blossoms,
and, like them, I am full of delight, and shaking

Summer Story by Mary Oliver

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If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant;
if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

~ Anne Bradstreet

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Permalink Reply by Irit Hakim-Keller on April 19, 2011 at 10:20pm

Beautiful Hummingbirds..and the poem,,..and so wise Anne Bradstreet's words//

Thank you Eva.
That is a nice post to end the long day:)
Good night.
Tomorrow morning I expect the Hummingbird to visit my Hoya Carnosa. It is not blooming yet, but the birds are coming ....:)

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