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Apr 9, 2011 · Turtle. by Mary Oliver. Now I see it--. it nudges with its bulldog head. the slippery stems of the lilies, making them tremble; and now it noses along in the wake of the little brown teal. who is leading her soft children. from one side of the pond to the other; she keeps. close to the edge.
Apr 9, 2011 · by Mary Oliver. I am watching the white gannets. blaze down into the water. with the power of blunt spears. and a stunning accuracy--. even though the sea is riled and boiling. and gray with fog. and the fish. are nowhere to be seen,
Apr 9, 2011 · the earth before saying anything. I'd stop. or to the air being still. sign of what lifted the voice. like a light. Next time what I'd do is look at the earth before saying anything. I'd stop just before going into a house and be an emperor for a minute and listen better to the wind or to the air being still. When anyone talked to me, whether.
Apr 9, 2011 · by Mary Oliver. It was spring. and finally I heard him. among the first leaves -. then I saw him clutching the limb. in an island of shade. with his red-brown feathers. all trim and neat for the new year. First, I stood still.
Aug 1, 2022 · I Ask Percy How I Should Live My Life. by Mary Oliver. Love, love, love, says Percy. And hurry as fast as you can. along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust. Then, go to sleep. Give up your body heat, your beating heart. Then, trust. Share this Poem:
Dec 22, 2022 · by Mary Oliver. The cricket doesn’t wonder if there’s a heaven. or, if there is, if there’s room for him. It’s fall. Romance is over. Still, he sings. If he can, he enters a house. through the tiniest crack under the door. Then the house grows colder.
Apr 9, 2011 · it would take his life to solve. I think I will always be lonely. in this world, where the cattle. graze like a black and white river--. where the vanishing lilies. melt, without protest, on their tongues--. where the hummingbird, whenever there is a fuss, just rises and floats away. Share this Poem:
