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Also I wanted to be able to love And we all know how that one goes, don't we? Slowly

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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
Slowly
Goes
Also
Able
Wanted
Love

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... to write well it is entirely necessary to read widely and deeply. Good poems are the best teachers.
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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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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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I feel the terror of idleness, like a red thirst. Death isn't just an idea.
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And who will care, who will chide you if you wander away from wherever you are, to look for your soul?
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You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn't need any more of that sound.
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Drive down any road, take a train or an airplane across the world, leave your old life behind, die and be born again~ wherever you arrive they'll be there first, glossy and rowdy and indistinguishable. The deep muscle of the world.
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You may not agree, you may not care, but if you are holding this book you should know that of all the sights I love in this world — and there are plenty — very near the top of the list is this one: dogs without leashes.
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And it is exceedingly short, his galloping life. Dogs die so soon. I have my stories of that grief, no doubt many of you do also. It is almost a failure of will, a failure of love, to let them grow old-or so it feels. We would do anything to keep them with us, and to keep them young. The one gift we cannot give.
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There are a hundred paths through the world that are easier than loving. But who wants easier?
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How heron comes It is a negligence of the mind not to notice how at dusk heron comes to the pond and stands there in his death robes, perfect servant of the system, hungry, his eyes full of attention, his wings pure light
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You can have the other words-chance, luck, coincidence, serendipity. I'll take grace. I don't know what it is exactly, but I'll take it.
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I've always wanted to write poems and nothing else.
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A dog comes to you and lives with you in your own house, but you do not therefore own her, as you do not own the rain, or the trees, or the laws which pertain to them ... A dog can never tell you what she knows from the smells of the world, but you know, watching her, that you know almost nothing. . .
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He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.
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All eternity is in the moment.
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Like Magellan, let us find our islands To die in, far from home, from anywhere Familiar. Let us risk the wildest places, Lest we go down in comfort, and despair.
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And that is just the point... how the world, moist and beautiful, calls to each of us to make a new and serious response. That's the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?
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Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? / Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect?
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