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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger
I want to believe I am looking
into the white fire of a great mystery.
What a great couple of lines! It's both hesitant and hopeful. More than hopeful -- the words shimmer with such light and vitality that they intuit a glimpse already seen, just not yet made fully conscious. A vision already received but not yet claimed...
I love the way, at the beginning of this poem, Mary Oliver moves from the perfect world of the lilies to the difficult recognition of beauty in the scarred, "imperfect" muskrats moving among them. There is a sense of the markings of life and history upon the muskrats that the lilies can't match in their symmetry. Yet clearly there is suffering there too.
Do we live in that suffering or do we float a little above it? Maybe we do both.
There is something deeply self-forgiving in the vision she gives us here.
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing --
that the light is everything -- that it is more than the sum
of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.
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