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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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There are a hundred paths through the world that are easier than loving. But who wants easier?
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Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
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Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.
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I know I can walk through the world, along the shore or under the trees, with my mind filled with things of little importance, in full self-attendance. A condition I can't really call being alive.
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It is the nature of stone to be satisfied. It is the nature of water to want to be somewhere else.
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Attention without feeling is only a report.
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What misery to be afraid of death. What wretchedness, to believe only in what can be proven.
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Sing, if you can sing, and it not still be musical inside yourself.
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Like Magellan, let us find our islands To die in, far from home, from anywhere Familiar. Let us risk the wildest places, Lest we go down in comfort, and despair.
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When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then. So I try not to miss anything. I think, in my whole life, I have never missed The full moon or the slipper of its coming back. Or, a kiss. Well, yes, especially a kiss.
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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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I very much wished not to be noticed, and to be left alone, and I sort of succeeded.
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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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Who do you want to be in your one wild and precious life?
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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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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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Also I wanted to be able to love And we all know how that one goes, don't we? Slowly
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