𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗔𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗿 𝗕𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗦𝗮𝘆 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿
I went out of the schoolhouse fast
and through the gardens and to the woods,
and spent all summer forgetting what I'd been taught –
how to be modest and useful, and how to succeed and so forth,
machines and oil and plastic and money and so forth.
By fall I had healed somewhat, but was summoned back
to the chalky rooms and the desks, to sit and remember
the way the river kept rolling its pebbles,
the way the wild wrens sang though they hadn't a penny in the bank,
the way the flowers were dressed in nothing but light.
- Mary Oliver –
