Happy Birthday, Mary Oliver

Yesterday was the birthday of Mary Oliver. Here is a poem to remember and honor her gift.  The photo is a Field Sparrow.
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I do not live happily or comfortably
With the cleverness of our times.
The talk is all about computers,
The news is all about bombs and blood.
This morning, in the fresh field,
I came upon a hidden nest.
It held four warm, speckled eggs.
I touched them.
Then went away softly,
Having felt something more wonderful
Than all the electricity of New York City

With Thanks to the Field Sparrow, Whose Voice Is So Delicate
And Humble
From Evidence (2009)