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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.
Mary Oliver
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Mary Oliver
Age: 83 †
Born: 1935
Born: September 10
Died: 2019
Died: January 17
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Maple Heights
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Mary Jane Oliver
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My work is loving the world.
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You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But, listen to me. Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without doubt,I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me.
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Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
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I was hurrying through my own soul . . . I was leaning out . . . I was listening.
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It's not a competition, it's a doorway.
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The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.
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I've always wanted to write poems and nothing else.
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The three ingredients of poetry: the mystery of the universe, spiritual curiosity, the energy of language.
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It's morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it.
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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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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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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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You never know / What opportunity / Is going to travel to you, / Or through you.
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The language of the poem is the language of particulars.
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Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift.
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There is only one question: / how to love this world.
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It is better for the heart to break, than not to break.
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Though I play at the edges of knowing, truly I know our part is not knowing, but looking, and touching, and loving
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