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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.
Mary Oliver
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Mary Oliver
Age: 83 †
Born: 1935
Born: September 10
Died: 2019
Died: January 17
Climate Activist
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Maple Heights
Ohio
Mary Jane Oliver
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I was hurrying through my own soul . . . I was leaning out . . . I was listening.
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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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For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.
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Writers sometimes give up what is most strange and wonderful about their writing - soften their roughest edges - to accommodate themselves toward a group response.
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My work is loving the world.
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I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.
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When will you have a little pity for every soft thing that walks through the world, yourself included.
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The language of the poem is the language of particulars.
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Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
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Walks work for me. I enter some arena that is neither conscious or unconscious.
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The sea isn't a place but a fact, and a mystery.
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...whoever you are, not matter how lonely the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh & exciting - over & over announcing your place in the family of things.
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Wild sings the bird of the heart in the forests of our lives.
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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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Poetry is a serious business literature is the apparatus through which the world tries to keep intact its important ideas and feelings.
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