What do you say, Percy? I am thinking of sitting out on the sand to watch the moon rise. It’s full tonight. So we go and the moon rises, so beautiful it makes me shudder, makes me think about time and space, makes me take measure of myself: one iota pondering heaven. Thus we sit, myself thinking how grateful I am for the moon’s perfect beauty and also, oh! how rich it is to love the world. Percy, meanwhile, leans against me and gazes up into my face. As though I were just as wonderful as the perfect moon.
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Jill
Why I chose this poem:
Some months ago brother and I were ruminating about our dogs and their importance to us. I said I think the world is divided between dog people and not-dog people. Mary Oliver's poem exemplifies, for me, what our dogs provide to us. Their dogness enhances our humanness. Does that make sense? (Probably, if you're a dog person.)
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