Day 674: The Love in Unrequited Love

Only Mary Oliver could approach the painful situation of unrequited love with unyielding grace and acceptance. Beautiful.


Doesn't every Poet Write a Poem About Unrequited Love - Mary Oliver
 
The flowers
I wanted to bring to you,
wild and wet
from the pale dunes

and still smelling
of the summer night
and still holding a moment or two
of the night crickets

humble prayer,
would have been
so handsome
in your hands -

so happy - I dare to say it -
in your hands -
yet your smile
would have been nowhere

and maybe you would have tossed them
onto the ground,
or maybe, for tenderness,
you would have taken them

into your house
and given them water
and put them in a dark corner
out of reach.

In matters of love
of this kind
there are things we long to do
but must not do.

I would not want to see
your smile diminished.
And the flowers, anyway,
are happy just where they are,

on the pale dunes,
above the cricket's humble nest,
under the blue sky
that loves us all.