Ursula K. LeGuin

http://www.ursulakleguin.com/Poetry.html

A poem from Ursula K. Le Guin's website (good stuff there):




In this great silence, to sit still

and listen till I hear the wren
is to draw free from wish and will.

She flits to perch; her slender bill

spouts a thin jet of music; then
in the great silence she falls still.

Wind nods the short-stemmed flowers that fill

the sandy wash. She sings again
her song devoid of wish or will.

The hummingbird's quick drum and thrill

is gone just as I hear it, when
in this great silence all holds still.

The granite sand, the barren hill,

the dry, vast, rigorous terrain
answer no human wish or will.

Again, the small quicksilver trill

that has no messages for men.
In the great silence she sings still
from pure need free of wish or will.