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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.
Mary Oliver
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Mary Oliver
Age: 83 †
Born: 1935
Born: September 10
Died: 2019
Died: January 17
Climate Activist
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Maple Heights
Ohio
Mary Jane Oliver
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Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.
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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 feel the terror of idleness, like a red thirst. Death isn't just an idea.
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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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I've always wanted to write poems and nothing else.
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Writers sometimes give up what is most strange and wonderful about their writing - soften their roughest edges - to accommodate themselves toward a group response.
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And now you'll be telling stories of my coming back and they won't be false, and they won't be true but they'll be real
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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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People want poetry. They need poetry. They get it. They don't want fancy work.
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I don't know lots of things but I know this: next year when spring flows over the starting point I'll think I'm going to drown in the shimmering miles of it.
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Praying It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t a contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may speak.
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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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When will you have a little pity for every soft thing that walks through the world, yourself included.
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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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If you have ever gone into the woods with me, I must love you very much.
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Today again I am hardly myself. It happens over and over.
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