03/05/2026
The Sun 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 it’s 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 two gone crazy for power, for things?
Mary Oliver
