The coolest poem I know about moles

Here a poem for Poetry Friday, by Mary Oliver, from her book American Primitive:

Moles

Under the leaves, under
the first loose
levels of earth
they’re there — quick
as beetles, blind
as bats, but seen
less than these –
traveling
among the pale girders
of appleroot,
rockshelf, nests
of insects and black
pastures of bulbs
peppery and packed full
of the sweetest food:
spring flowers.
Field after field
you can see the traceries
of their long
lonely walks, then
the rains blur
even this frail
hint of them –
so excitable,
so plush,
so willing to continue
generation after generation
accomplishing nothing
but their brief physical lives
as they live and die,
pushing and shoving
with their stubborn muzzles against
the whole earth,
finding it
delicious.

1 Comment

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One response to “The coolest poem I know about moles

  1. Jen Blackwell

    I’m looking for the poem that starts: Oh dear, oh dear said the tiny mole, a fairy has fallen into my hole. It’s fall of water and crawling things and she can’t get out ‘cos she’s hurt her wings……..

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