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You never know / What opportunity / Is going to travel to you, / Or through you.

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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
Opportunity
Going
Never
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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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...whoever you are, not matter how lonely the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh & exciting - over & over announcing your place in the family of things.
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In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love and the ability to question. Which are, at the same time, the fires that warm us and the fires that scorch us.
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So this is how you swim inward. So this is how you flow outwards. So this is how you pray.
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The god of dirt came up to me many times and said so many wise and delectable things, I lay on the grass listening to his dog voice, frog voice now, he said, and now, and never once mentioned forever from, One or Two Things
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maybe death isn't darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us--
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The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth, it can lie down like silk breathing or toss havoc shoreward it can give gifts or withhold all it can rise, ebb, froth like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can sweet-talk entirely. As I can too, and so, no doubt, can you, and you.
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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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Who do you want to be in your one wild and precious life?
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Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don't really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours. Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible.
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The sea isn't a place but a fact, and a mystery.
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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 have a notebook with me all the time, and I begin scribbling a few words. When things are going well, the walk does not get anywhere I finally just stop and write.
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Listen--are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?
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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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He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.
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I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.
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I learned to build bookshelves and brought books to my room, gathering them around me thickly. I read by day and into the night. I thought about perfectibility, and deism, and adjectives, and clouds, and the foxes, I locked my door, from the inside, and leaped from the roof and went to the woods, by day or darkness.
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Sing, if you can sing, and it not still be musical inside yourself.
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As long as you're dancing, you can break the rules.
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