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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
Arena
Unconscious
Enter
Neither
Conscious
Walks
Work
Promenade
Strolling

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You can have the other words-chance, luck, coincidence, serendipity. I'll take grace. I don't know what it is exactly, but I'll take it.
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It's morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it.
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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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Who do you want to be in your one wild and precious life?
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Don't we all die someday and someday comes all too soon? What will you do with your own wild, glorious chance at this thing we call life.
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Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, Stay awhile.
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Music: what so many sentences aspire to be.
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We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness. So as much as I possibly could, I stayed where I was happy. I spent a great deal of time in my younger years just writing and reading, walking around the woods in Ohio, where I grew up.
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Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift.
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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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I believe in kindness. Also in mischief.
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And I say to my heart: rave on.
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Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.
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I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery.
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I very much wished not to be noticed, and to be left alone, and I sort of succeeded.
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Language is, in other words, not necessary, but voluntary. If it were necessary, it would have stayed simple it would not agitate our hearts with ever-present loveliness and ever-cresting ambiguity it would not dream, on its long white bones, of turning into song.
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The three ingredients of poetry: the mystery of the universe, spiritual curiosity, the energy of language.
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Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields...Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.
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Almost anything is too much. I am trying in my poems to have the reader be the experiencer. I do not want to be there. It is not even a walk we take together.
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I was hurrying through my own soul . . . I was leaning out . . . I was listening.
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