"To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work."
Here is her poem: The Morning Walk
There are a lot of words meaning thanks.
Some you can only whisper.
Others you can only sing.
The pewee whistles instead.
The snake turns in circles,
the beaver slaps his tail
on the surface of the pond.
The deer in the pinewoods stamps his hoof.
Goldfinches shine as they float through the air.
A person, sometimes, will hum a little Mahler.
Or put arms around old oak tree.
Or take out lovely pencil and notebook to find a few
touching and kissing words.
This poem is from Mary Oliver's book Long Life: Essays and Other Writings, published in 2004 by First Da Capo Press, Cambridge, MA.