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It's morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it.

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
Lucky
Morning
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Every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead.
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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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You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.
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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 was hurrying through my own soul . . . I was leaning out . . . I was listening.
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My work is the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird - equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast there the blue plums.
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I read the way a person might swim, to save his or her life. I wrote that way too.
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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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Sing, if you can sing, and it not still be musical inside yourself.
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Wherever I am, the world comes after me. It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it. Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
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Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.
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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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Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift.
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I feel the terror of idleness, like a red thirst. Death isn't just an idea.
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A lifetime isn't long enough for the beauty of this world and the responsibilities of your life.
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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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One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began.
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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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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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I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.
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