Blackberries in August

August 8, 2013

Blackberries in August

Blackberries in August

by Mary Oliver from New and Selected Poems

When the blackberries hang
swollen in the woods, in the branches
nobody owns, I spend

all day among the high
branches, reaching
my ripped arms, thinking

of nothing, cramming
the black honey of summer
into my mouth; all day my body

accepts what it is. In the dark
creeks that run by there is
this thick paw of my life darting among

the black bells, the leaves; there is
this happy tongue.