“I Worried,” by Mary Oliver

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?
Finally, I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.

Mary Oliver, Devotions, The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver

26 thoughts on ““I Worried,” by Mary Oliver

  1. I’m a 2nd generation worrier, so I can relate to many of the lines in this play. I’m also married to a worrier, so we’ve got all the angles covered.🤣 But hey, I do like to sing.

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  2. I took my old body for a walk, it didn’t complain about the rain
    I tried to get us to talk, my attempts were all wasted in vain
    I worried a lot, yet why I don’t know
    I simply forgot that garden will grow
    My body would cry, my body would moan
    I worried a lot to stay on my own
    I wanted a partner, I wanted a friend
    I worried a lot all in vain at the end


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