"Then I Saw What the Calling Was" by Muriel Rukeyser

All the voices of the wood called “Muriel!”
but it was soon solved; it was nothing, it was not for me.
The words were a little like Mortal and More and Endure
And a word like Real, a sound like Health or Hell.
Then I saw what the calling was: it was the road I traveled,
the clear
time and these colors of orchards, gold behind gold and the full
shadow behind each tree and behind each slope. Not to me
the calling, but to anyone and at last I saw: where
the road lay through sunlight and many voices and the marvel
orchards, not for me, not for me, not for me.
I came into my clear being; uncalled, alive, and sure.
Nothing was speaking to me, but I offered and all was well.

And I arrived at the powerful green hill.

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One thought on “"Then I Saw What the Calling Was" by Muriel Rukeyser

  1. > I came into my clear being; uncalled, alive, and sure.

    Sigh. That would be cool. Thanks for posting the poem, Sparks, it’s been stuck in my mind for a couple of days now.

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