Poem Project – entry #5 Going to Walden
Going to Walden by Mary Oliver
It isn’t very far as highways lie.
I might be back by nightfall, having seen
The rough pines, and the stones, and the clear water.
Friends argue that I might be wiser for it.
They do not hear that far-off Yankee whisper:
How dull we grow from hurrying here and there!
Many have gone, and think me half a fool
To miss a day away in the cool country.
Maybe. But in a book I read and cherish,
Going to Walden is not so easy a thing
As a green visit. It is the slow and difficult
Trick of living, and finding it where you are.
Another poem by Mary Oliver. I love how her sparse lines summarize volumes of thinking. My mind creates images as I read her verses line by line, tripping merrily down the garden path. And then I stumble upon a key – and I have to go back to the beginning again, put the key in the hole and re-read the whole thing again, with new eyes – and usually new images.
“Going to Walden is not so easy a thing..”