a poem by mary oliver, for beltane

Percy (Six)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You’re like a little wild thing

that was never sent to school.

Sit, I say, and you jump up.

Come, I say, and you go galloping down the sand

to the nearest dead fish

with which you perfume your sweet neck.

It is summer.

How many summers does a little dog have?

 

Run, run, Percy.

This is our school.

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1 Response to “a poem by mary oliver, for beltane”


  1. 1 cellonancy April 30, 2012 at 10:39 pm

    Thank you so much for this.


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