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The Loon on Oak-Head Pond

Mary Oliver

cries for three days, in the gray mist.
cries for the north it hopes it can find.

plunges, and comes up with a slapping pickerel.
blinks its red eye.
cries again.

you come every afternoon, and wait to hear it.
you sit a long time, quiet, under the thick pines,
in the silence that follows.

as though it were your own twilight.
as though it were your own vanishing song.

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"The Loon on Oak-Head Pond" from House of Light by Mary Oliver. Copyright © 1990. Reprinted with the permission of Beacon Press.

 

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