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The face of the moose is as sad as the face of Jesus.

Mary Oliver

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Mary Oliver
Age: 83 †
Born: 1935
Born: September 10
Died: 2019
Died: January 17
Climate Activist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Maple Heights
Ohio
Mary Jane Oliver
Faces
Jesus
Moose
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I know I can walk through the world, along the shore or under the trees, with my mind filled with things of little importance, in full self-attendance. A condition I can't really call being alive.
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Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
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I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery.
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So every day So every day I was surrounded by the beautiful crying forth of the ideas of God, one of which was you.
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The stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own.
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All night my heart makes its way however it can over the rough ground of uncertainties, but only until night meets and then is overwhelmed by morning, the light deepening, the wind easing and just waiting, as I too wait (and when have I ever been disappointed?) for redbird to sing
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Emerson, I am trying to live, as you said we must, the examined life. But there are days I wish there was less in my head to examine, not to speak of the busy heart.
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Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled---to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world.
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Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last! What a task to ask of anything, or anyone, yet it is ours, and not by the century or the year, but by the hours.
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I read the way a person might swim, to save his or her life. I wrote that way too.
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... Let us risk the wildest places, Lest we go down in comfort, and despair.
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I was hurrying through my own soul . . . I was leaning out . . . I was listening.
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And I say to my heart: rave on.
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maybe death isn't darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us--
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The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth, it can lie down like silk breathing or toss havoc shoreward it can give gifts or withhold all it can rise, ebb, froth like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can sweet-talk entirely. As I can too, and so, no doubt, can you, and you.
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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.
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