• Mary Oliver,  poems,  shadows,  writing/reading

    Full of Beans

    Morning shadows in my bedroom

    I wish I was twenty and in love with life
    and still full of beans.

    Onward, old legs!
    There are the long, pale dunes; on the other side
    the roses are blooming and finding their labor
    no adversity to the spirit.

    Upward, old legs! There are the roses, and there is the sea
    shining like a song, like a body
    I want to touch

    though I’m not twenty
    and won’t be again but ah! seventy. And still
    in love with life. And still
    full of beans.

    Mary Oliver