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I Want

In honor of Earth Day, it just had to be Mary Oliver that I would select, who reflects here on the foundation of Earth Day, being in partnership with our Earth

I want to be
in partnership
with the universe
like the tiger lily
poking up
its gorgeous head
among the so-called
useless weeds
in the uncultivated fields
that still abide.
But it’s okay
if, after all,
I’m [...]

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In April
the ponds
open
like black blossoms,
the moon
swims in every one;
there’s fire
everywhere: frogs shouting
their desire,
their satisfaction. What
we know: that time
chops at us all like an iron
hoe, that death
is a state of paralysis. What
we long for: joy
before death, nights
in the swale — everything else
can wait but not
this thrust
from the root
of the body. What
we know: we are more
than blood [...]

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Yes, I’ve gone and done it again.  Another found poem.
This time instead of contrasting two poets together, I have
taken one poet: Mary Oliver and pulled pieces from 8 different
poems to bring together a brand new poem.  I’ve taken no more
than two to four lines from each poem.  Each verse is from a
different poem and in [...]

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I struggled a bit choosing which piece to bring you today to celebrate
love on this Valentine’s Day.  I finally settled on this simple and beautiful
poem from Mary Oliver.  Dogs are such givers of unconditional love and
if I were to live by Percy’s advice I suspect I would lead a satisfying and
good life.

Love, love, love [...]

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The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice –
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was [...]

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First Snow ~ Mary Oliver

The snow
began here
this morning and all day
continued, its white
rhetoric everywhere
calling us back to why, how,
whence such beauty and what
the meaning; such
an oracular fever! flowing
past windows, an energy it seemed
would never ebb, never settle
less than lovely! and only now,
deep into night,
it has finally ended.
The silence
is immense,
and the heavens still hold
a million candles, nowhere
the familiar things:
stars, the [...]

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Well, if there is such a thing as poetic license, I am certainly
taking it now.  I have created what is known as a ‘found’ poem.
Up until now, this poem has not existed.  I have taken a couple
of lines each from 8 different poems and two different authors.
I selected Mary Oliver and Wendell Berry for this [...]

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Why wonder about the loaves and the fishes?
If you say the right words, the wine expands.
If you say them with love
and the felt ferocity of that love
and the felt necessity of that love,
the fish explode into the many.
Imagine him, speaking,
and don’t worry about what is reality,
or what is plain, or what is mysterious.
If you were [...]

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This World

I would like to write a poem about the world that has in it
nothing fancy.
But it seems impossible.
Whatever the subject, the morning sun
glimmers it.
The tulip feels the heat and flaps its petals open
and becomes a star.
The ants bore into the peony bud and there is the dark
    pinprick well of sweetness.
As for the stones on the beach, [...]

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Good morning friends.  As promised, I’ve got a new poem
from Mary Oliver’s brand new book: Red Bird.
This book was expected out April 4th or 5th, so for those
of us who can’t get enough of Mary Oliver, it was a real
treat that publication happened a week earlier.
Enjoy…

Summer Story
When the hummingbird
sinks its face
into the trumpet vine,
into the [...]

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