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Mary Oliver

                                                          you can drip with despair all afternoon and still, on a green branch, its wings just lightly touched by the passing foil of the water, the thrush, puffing out its spotted breast, will sing of the perfect, stone-hard beauty of everything. — Mary Oliver, “The Poet With His Face in His Hands,” New and… Continue reading Mary Oliver

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Mary Oliver

August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun and the lilies again are spread across the water. I know now what they want is to touch each other. I have not been here for many years during which time I kept living my life. Like the heron, who can only croak,… Continue reading Mary Oliver

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Mary Oliver

Dogfish Some kind of relaxed and beautiful thing kept flickering in with the tide and looking around. Black as a fisherman’s boot, with a white belly. If you asked for a picture I would have to draw a smile under the perfectly round eyes and above the chin, which was rough as a thousand sharpened… Continue reading Mary Oliver

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Mary Oliver

The Moths There’s a kind of white moth, I don’t know what kind, that glimmers by mid-May in the forest, just as the pink mocassin flowers are rising. If you notice anything, it leads you to notice more and more. And anyway I was so full of energy. I was always running around, looking at… Continue reading Mary Oliver

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Mary Oliver

To live in this world you must be able to do three things to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. — Mary Oliver, from “In Blackwater Woods,” American Primitive. (Back Bay… Continue reading Mary Oliver

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