![]() ![]() Oliver’s potentially life-changing proposition is that we very well may need to rethink what a “productive day” looks like. But the heart of the poem is a couple of lines earlier: “Tell me, what else should I have done?” What else, that is, besides “falling down in the grass, being idle and blessed, strolling through the fields all day.” At its heart, this poem is a little revolution, a provocative question mark beside the conventional answers to the query, What makes for a day well lived? How should I spend this “summer day”? This summer day, I mean - the one we’re in right now. The most famous lines of this poem are the last two: they’re taped to mirrors and pinned to cork boards and framed in embroidery and on and on - and sure enough, they’re lines worth remembering. How to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,ĭoesn't everything die at last, and too soon? ![]() Into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. Who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. ![]() Who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down. ![]() The one who is eating sugar out of my hand, The one who has flung herself out of the grass, ![]()
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