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Apr 9, 2011 · Last night. the rain. spoke to me. slowly, saying, what joy. to come falling. out of the brisk cloud, to be happy again. in a new way. on the earth! That’s what it said. as it dropped, smelling of iron, and vanished. like a dream of the ocean. into the branches. and the grass below. Then it was over. The sky cleared. I was standing. under a ...
Nov 24, 2022 · Mary Oliver. Last updated November 24, 2022. Do stones feel? Do they love their life? Or does their patience drown out everything else? When I walk on the beach I gather a few white ones, dark ones, the multiple colors. Don’t worry, I say, I'll bring you back, and I do. Is the tree as it rises delighted with its many branches, each one like a ...
Apr 9, 2011 · next poem >. Mary Oliver. Last updated April 09, 2011. The oaks shone gaunt gold on the lip of the storm before the wind rose, the shapeless mouth opened and began its five-hour howl; the lights went out fast, branches sidled over the pitch of the roof, bounced into the year.
Dec 22, 2022 · by Mary Oliver. Mr. Death, I am pleased to tell you, there are rifts in your long black coat. Today. Rumi (obit. 1273) came visiting, and not for the first time. True he didn’t. speak with his tongue but from memory, and whether he was short or tall I. still don’t know. But he was as real as the tree I was under. Just because something’s ...
Aug 1, 2022 · Mary Oliver. Last updated August 01, 2022. That time I thought I could not go any closer to grief without dying I went closer, and I did not die. Surely God had his hand in this, as well as friends. Still, I was bent, and my laughter, as the poet said, was nowhere to be found.
Apr 9, 2011 · drownings of the body. like a star. Share this Poem: < previous poem. next poem >. Mary Oliver. Last updated April 09, 2011. The spirit likes to dress up like this: ten fingers, ten toes, shoulders, and all the rest at night in the black branches, in the morning in the blue branches of the world. It could float, of course,
Apr 26, 2023 · demonstration? Like. no more words now. The road to God is whatever road you're on. How do I love you? Oh, this way and that way. Oh, happily. Perhaps I may elaborate by demonstration? Like this, and like this and no more words now.
