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Walks work for me. I enter some arena that is neither conscious or unconscious.

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
Work
Promenade
Strolling
Arena
Unconscious
Enter
Neither
Conscious
Walks

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I've always wanted to write poems and nothing else.
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And now I understand something so frightening &wonderful- how the mind clings to the road it knows, rushing through crossroads, sticking like lint to the familiar.
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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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I worked privately, and sometimes I feel that might be better for poets than the kind of social workshop gathering. My school was the great poets: I read, and I read, and I read.
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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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There is only one question: / how to love this world.
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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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And I say to my heart: rave on.
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He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.
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I feel the terror of idleness, like a red thirst. Death isn't just an idea.
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