Mary Oliver

  • Sasha Midlhar citeretsidste år
    There is a place in the woods where the vanishing bodies of our dogs, our dogs of the past, lie in the sweet-smelling earth. How they ran through these woods! Too late, world, to deny them their lives of motion, of burly happiness. After Luke died, I crossed and recrossed the Province Lands, wherever we had been, and wherever I found her paw-prints in the sand I dragged branches and leaves and slabs of bark over them, so they would last, would keep from the wind a long time. Then, overnight, after maybe three weeks, in a dazzling, rearranging rain, they were gone.
  • Aida Rodriguezhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    Oh, I wanted
    to be easy
    in the peopled kingdoms,
    to take my place there,
    but there was none
    that I could find
    shaped like me.
  • Daniela Castillohar citeretfor 2 år siden
    I wanted
    to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know,
    whoever I was, I was
    alive
    for a little while.
  • Daniela Castillohar citeretfor 2 år siden
    I wanted
    the past to go away, I wanted
    to leave it, like another country; I wanted
    my life to close, and open
    like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song
    where it falls
    down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;
  • Daniela Castillohar citeretfor 2 år siden
    You don’t want to hear the story
    of my life, and anyway
    I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen
    to the enormous waterfalls of the sun
  • Daniela Castillohar citeretfor 2 år siden
    Mostly, I want to be kind.
  • Daniela Castillohar citeretfor 2 år siden
    Did I actually reach out my arms
    toward it, toward paradise falling, like
    the fading of the dearest, wildest hope
  • Daniela Castillohar citeretfor 2 år siden
    I believed in the world.
    Oh, I wanted
    to be easy
    in the peopled kingdoms,
    to take my place there,
    but there was none
    that I could find
    shaped like me
  • Daniela Castillohar citeretfor 2 år siden
    you become
    the wise and powerful one
    who makes all the days
    possible in the world.
    But you were also the red song
    in the night,
    stumbling through the house
    to the child’s bed,
    to the damp rose of her body,
    leaving your bitter taste.
  • Daniela Castillohar citeretfor 2 år siden
    Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
    the world offers itself to your imagination,
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