The Moth, The Mountains, The Rivers.

• Author: Oliver, Mary
• Position: Poem

The Moth, The Mountains, The Rivers Who can guess the luna's sadness who lives so briefly? Who can guess the impatience of stone longing to be ground down, to be part again of something livelier? Who can imagine in what heaviness the rivers remember their original clarity? Strange questions, yet I have spent worthwhile time with them. And I suggest them to you also, that your spirit grow in curiosity, that your life be richer than it is, that you bow to the earth as you feel how it actually is, that we--so clever, and ambitious, and selfish, and...