Poem of the Week, by Mary Oliver (via Alison McGhee)

All day I have been pining for the past.
That’s when the big dog, Luke, breathed at my side.
Then she dashed away then she returned
in and out of the swales, in and out of the creeks,
her dark eyes snapping.
Then she broke, slowly,
in the rising arc of a fever.

And now she’s nothing
except for mornings when I take a handful of words
and throw them into the air
so that she dashes up again out of the darkness,

like this–
this is the world.

For more information on Mary Oliver, please click here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/mary-oliver