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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
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Maple Heights
Ohio
Mary Jane Oliver
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Every word is a messenger. Some have wings some are filled with fire some are filled with death.
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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 face of the moose is as sad as the face of Jesus.
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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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On poetry: Everyone wants to know what it means. But nobody is asking, How does it feel?
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... the natural world is the old river that runs through everything, and I think poets will forever fish along its shores.
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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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We do not love anything more deeply than we love a story.
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Sunrise What is the name of the deep breath I would take over and over for all of us? Call it whatever you want, it is happiness, it is another one of the ways to enter fire.
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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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Poetry isn't a profession, it's a way of life. It's an empty basket you put your life into it and make something out of that.
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Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine
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Poetry is a river many voices travel in it poem after poem moves along in the exciting crests and falls of the river waves. None is timeless each arrives in an historical context almost everything, in the end, passes. But the desire to make a poem, and the world's willingness to receive it--indeed the world's need of it--these never pass.
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As long as you're dancing, you can break the rules.
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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.
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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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I know death is the fascinating snake under the leaves, sliding and sliding I know the heart loves him too, can't turn away, can't break the spell. Everything wants to enter the slow thickness, aches to be peaceful finally and at any cost. Wants to be stone.
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He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.
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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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Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? / Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect?
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