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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.

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
Surrounded
Crying
Forth
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Beautiful
Ideas
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I consider myself kind of a reporter - one who uses words that are more like music and that have a choreography. I never think of myself as a poet I just get up and write.
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I don't know lots of things but I know this: next year when spring flows over the starting point I'll think I'm going to drown in the shimmering miles of it.
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I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery.
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When I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.
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I worked probably 25 years by myself, just writing and working, not trying to publish much, not giving readings.
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When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
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So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world. And live your life.
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It's not a competition, it's a doorway.
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I love the line of Flaubert about observing things very intensely. I think our duty as writers begins not with our own feelings, but with the powers of observing.
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With words, I could build a world I could live in. I had a very dysfunctional family, and a very hard childhood. So I made a world out of words. And it was my salvation.
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What misery to be afraid of death. What wretchedness, to believe only in what can be proven.
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At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold into my body, waking the bones. I hear them deep inside me, whispering oh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?
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All my life I have been restless-- I have felt there is something more wonderful than gloss-- than wholeness-- than staying at home.
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People want poetry. They need poetry. They get it. They don't want fancy work.
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It is the nature of stone to be satisfied. It is the nature of water to want to be somewhere else.
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I have a notebook with me all the time, and I begin scribbling a few words. When things are going well, the walk does not get anywhere I finally just stop and write.
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We shake with joy, we shake with grief. What a time they have, these two housed as they are in the same body.
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Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.
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It is better for the heart to break, than not to break.
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