Have you ever seen <br />anything <br />in your life <br />more wonderful <br /> <br />than the way the sun, <br />every evening, <br />relaxed and easy, <br />floats toward the horizon <br /> <br />and into the clouds or the hills, <br />or the rumpled sea, <br />and is gone-- <br />and how it slides again <br /> <br />out of the blackness, <br />every morning, <br />on the other side of the world, <br />like a red flower <br /> <br />streaming upward on its heavenly oils, <br />say, on a morning in early summer, <br />at its perfect imperial distance-- <br />and have you ever felt for anything <br />such wild love-- <br />do you think there is anywhere, in any language, <br />a word billowing enough <br />for the pleasure <br /> <br />that fills you, <br />as the sun <br />reaches out, <br />as it warms you <br /> <br />as you stand there, <br />empty-handed-- <br />or have you too <br />turned from this world-- <br /> <br />or have you too <br />gone crazy <br />for power, <br />for things?<br /><br />Mary Oliver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun/
