The Summer Day

by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean –
the one who has flung herself
out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out
of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and
forth instead of up and down –
who is gazing around with her
enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and
thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open,
and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention,
how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down
in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how
to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?


One of the most amazing poems ever read. Its a must share! 🙂

Trahisons (Betrayal)

This is one of the poem, a friend from Morocco wrote. She shared it with me and I am glad to post it here.

The poem is by Dounya Barrit and its in French, so I have to translate it for me.



L’ennui, le vide et la solitude

Dans les ténèbres de ma vie c’est mon attitude

Les cris, les larmes et le mal

Qui rendent ma vie comme un carnaval

Sans couleur et banal.

Un jardin sans fleurs belles

Par la force d’une tornade rebelle

Une vie oĂą la trahison est une loi

Qui fait de moi une proie

Mon cœur par l’infidélité ne croit

Plus en amitié puisqu’à la fin on le déçoit

Mon corps pas plus qu’un corps froid

OĂą les sentiments sont Ă  la fois

Morts et enterrés à côté de mon bonheur arraché

Mes larmes cachées pour ne pas montrer

Aux autres ma tristesse

Mon sourire par force dessiné

Pour ne pas gâcher leur vie par ma maladresse.


Translated Version 


The boredom, emptiness and loneliness,
In the darkness of my life is my attitude,
Screams, tears and evil,
That make my life as a carnival,
Colorless and commonplace.
A beautiful garden without flowers,
By the force of a tornado rebel
A life where betrayal is a law,
Which makes me a prey
My heart does not believe in infidelity;
More friendship because at the end it disappoints
My body is no more than a cold body,
Where feelings are both
Dead and buried next to my happiness snatched
My tears hidden not to show.
Other my sadness,
My smile forcibly drawn;
Not to spoil their lives by my clumsiness.

Simple and intriguing. I like it. 

A highway to ode

This is one of the poems in wrote in January 2010. I feel like sharing it here.


Sometimes life goes on for a highway of never-ending emotions

Truly underlying with the saga of flowing oceans!

Plodding on a hill with a ceaseless smile,

Marking up the epoch with a story file,

Adding a moment to consider on a heart made pile,

All so transparent like a glass-made aisle!

Have your bags packed as to leave in a while,

This is just when you through, an extra last mile!

Taking life as it comes ,

So you never miss the fun of silence,

Nothing to conclude but to commence,

Because this is our life, our last chance.


I am on my way, to pray ..

Passing the long nights and ahead a short day,

Too much to remember, too much to play,

For me, my heart has plenty to say.

But I am ,

Glad to see,

I am just on my highway,

Just on my highway!