the summer day

• mary oliverın kalp açan, derinlere daldıran, bal gibi bir şiiri:
  
  who made the world?
  who made the swan, and the black
  bear?
  who made the grasshopper?
  this grasshopper, ı mean -
  the one who has flung herself out of the
  grass,
  the one who is eating sugar out of my
  hand,
  who is moving her jaws back and forth
  instead of up and down --
  who is gazing around with her
  enormous and complicated eyes.
  now she lifts her pale forearms and
  thoroughly washes her face.
  now she snaps her wings open, and
  floats away.
  ı don't know exactly what a prayer is.
  ı do know how to pay attention, how to
  fall down
  into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
  how to be idle and blessed, how to
  stroll through the fields
  which is what ı have been doing all
  day.
  tell me, what else should ı have done?
  doesn't everything die at last, and too
  soon?
  tell me, what is it you plan to do
  with your one wild and precious life?