AND BOB DYLAN TOO
“Anything worth thinking about is worth singing about.”
Which is why we have
songs of praise, songs of love, songs
Songs to the gods, who have
so many names.
Songs the shepherds sing, on thelonely mountains, while the sheep
are honoring the grass, by eating it.
The dance-songs of the bees, to tellwhere the flowers, suddenly, in the
morning light, have opened.
A chorus of many, shouting to heaven,or at it, or pleading.
Or that greatest of love affairs, a violinand a human body.
And a composer, maybe hundreds of years dead.
I think of Schubert, scribbling on a cafénapkin.
Thank you, thank you.
- Mary Oliver