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The Summer Day

Most of us have read the last two famous lines of Mary Oliver's The Summer Day. Take your time to read the whole poem!

If you are in the mood for a Summer book - don't miss Tove Jansson's The Summer Book. Explore days on a time island in the gulf of Finland with a grandmother and her grandchild as they share their thoughts on human nature, God, life, death, and love. As in any close and loving relationship you'll find humor, disagreements, persuation and the love that underlies it all.

I reread this book every Summer.


The Summer Day

Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down- who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do With your one wild and precious life?

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