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Posted on August 15, 2020July 29, 2020

Mary Oliver – The Journey

Mary Oliver (September 10, 1935 - January 17, 2019) One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice— though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!"each voice cried. But you didn't …

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Posted on July 24, 2020June 30, 2020

Mary Oliver – One Or Two Things

Mary Jane Oliver (September 10, 1935 – January 17, 2019) 1 Don’t bother me. I’ve just been born. 2 The butterfly’s loping flight carries it through the country of the leaves delicately, and well enough to get it where it wants to go, wherever that is, stopping here and there to fuzzle the damp throats …

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Posted on June 11, 2020May 31, 2020

Mary Oliver – Needing A Prod: The Fourth Sign Of The Zodiac

I know, you never intended to be in this world. But you’re in it all the same. So why not get started immediately. I mean, belonging to it. There is so much to admire, to weep over. And to write music or poems about. Bless the feet that take you to and fro. Bless the …

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Posted on April 19, 2020April 28, 2020

Mary Oliver – When I Am Among The Trees

Mary Jane Oliver (September 10, 1935 – January 17, 2019) When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily. I am so distant from the hope …

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Posted on March 3, 2020April 28, 2020

Mary Oliver – Wild Geese

Mary Oliver (September 10, 1935 - January 17, 2019) You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I …

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