{"id":897,"date":"2008-01-15T01:31:00","date_gmt":"2008-01-15T01:31:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=897"},"modified":"2014-10-01T03:29:39","modified_gmt":"2014-10-01T03:29:39","slug":"a-stinker-for-mary","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/?p=897","title":{"rendered":"A stinker for Mary"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>The season is all wrong and this is, after all, a decoy and nothing to compare with Mary’s<\/a> GB Heron pics, but I love the imagery in this poem from Mary Oliver’s Owls and Other Fantasies<\/a>. Hope you’ll enjoy it, too.
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Some Herons by Mary Oliver<\/p>\n

“A blue preacher
flew toward the swamp,
in slow motion.<\/p>\n

On the leafy banks,
an old Chinese poet,
hunched in the white gown of his wings.<\/p>\n

was waiting.
The water
was the kind of dark silk<\/p>\n

that has silver lines
shot through it
when it is touched by the wind<\/p>\n

or is splashed upward,
in a small, quick flower,
by the life beneath it.<\/p>\n

The preacher
made his difficult landing,
his skirts up around his knees.<\/p>\n

The poet’s eyes
flared, just as a poet’s eyes
are said to do<\/p>\n

when the poet is awakened
from the forest of meditation.
It was summer.<\/p>\n

It was only a few moments past the sun’s rising,
which meant that the whole long sweet day
lay before them.<\/p>\n

They greeted each other,
rumpling their gowns for an instant,
and then smoothing them.<\/p>\n

They entered the water,
and instantly two more herons–
equally as beautiful–<\/p>\n

joined them and stood just beneath them
in the black, polished water
where they fished, all day.”<\/p>\n

There’s a GB Heron who hunkers down at the edge of the farm pond where I often walk Luka when I get in from work. He is so still there, just before dusk, that he can’t possibly be fishing and I feel badly for invading the end to his day with my noisy parade. <\/em><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The season is all wrong and this is, after all, a decoy and nothing to compare with Mary’s GB Heron pics, but I love the imagery in this poem from Mary Oliver’s Owls and Other Fantasies. Hope you’ll enjoy it, too.Some Herons by Mary Oliver “A blue preacherflew toward the swamp,in slow motion. On the … Continue reading A stinker for Mary<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3307,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[7,23,27,2],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/897"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=897"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/897\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3307"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=897"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=897"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.somewhereinnj.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=897"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}