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If you have ever gone into the woods with me, I must love you very much.

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
Ever
Must
Much
Love
Woods
Gone

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My work is loving the world.
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And I say to my heart: rave on.
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Attention without feeling is only a report.
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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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If I've done my work well, I vanish completely from the scene. I believe it is invasive of the work when you know too much about the writer.
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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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Also I wanted to be able to love And we all know how that one goes, don't we? Slowly
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All eternity is in the moment.
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I was hurrying through my own soul . . . I was leaning out . . . I was listening.
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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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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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Sing, if you can sing, and it not still be musical inside yourself.
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Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
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When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then. So I try not to miss anything. I think, in my whole life, I have never missed The full moon or the slipper of its coming back. Or, a kiss. Well, yes, especially a kiss.
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I GO DOWN TO THE SHORE I go down to the shore in the morning and depending on the hour the waves are rolling in or moving out, and I say, oh, I am miserable, what shall— what should I do? And the sea says in its lovely voice: Excuse me, I have work to do.
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He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.
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