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The Kingfisher

The kingfisher rises out of the black wave
Like a blue flower, in his beak
He carries a silver leaf. I think this is
The prettiest world so long as you don’t mind
A little dying, how could there be a day in your
whole life
That doesn’t have its splash of happiness?
There are more fish than there are leaves
On a thousand trees, and anyway the kingfisher
Wasn’t born to think about it, or anything else.
When the wave snaps shut over his blue head, the
water
Remains water hunger is the only story
He has ever heard in his life that he could
believe.
I don’t say he’s right. Neither
Do I say he’s wrong. Religiously he swallows the
silver leaf
With its broken red river, and with a rough and
easy cry
I couldn’t rouse out of my thoughtful body
If my life depended on it, he swings back
Over the bright sea to do the same thing, to do it
(as I long to do something, anything) perfectly.

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Poem The Kingfisher - Mary Oliver