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A Dream of Trees, Mary Oliver

Posted on 27 July 2017 by xineann

There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees, A quiet house, some green and modest acres A little way from every troubling town, A little way from factories, schools, laments. I would have time, I thought, and time … Continue reading →

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How I go into the Woods, Mary Oliver

Posted on 20 May 2014 by xineann

Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. … Continue reading →

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Mary Oliver: Wild Geese

Posted on 2 March 2014 by xineann

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 … Continue reading →

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Mary Oliver: The Journey

Posted on 6 September 2010 by xineann

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 … Continue reading →

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Uses of Sorrow, Mary Oliver

Posted on 12 April 2010 by xineann

Uses of Sorrow (In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift. ~Mary Oliver Art: Detail from Dantis Amor … Continue reading →

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The Other Kingdoms ~ Mary Oliver

Posted on 13 July 2009 by xineann

The Other Kingdoms   Consider the other kingdoms.  The trees, for example, with their mellow-sounding titles: oak, aspen, willow. Or the snow, for which the peoples of the north have dozens of words to describe its different arrivals.  Or the … Continue reading →

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