Not often,
but now and again there’s a moment
when the heart cries aloud:
yes, I am willing to be
that wild darkness,
that long, blue body of light.
Mary Oliver, from "Whelks"
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I too have known loneliness. I too have known what it is to feel misunderstood, rejected, and suddenly not at all beautiful. Oh, mother earth, your comfort is great, your arms never withhold. It has saved my life to know this. Your rivers flowing, your roses opening in the morning. Oh, motions of tenderness!
Mary Oliver, from "Loneliness" in Blue Horses
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just found like eleven mary oliver books on archive.org. i'm gonna be so annoying about this
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In March the earth remembers its own name.
Everywhere the plates of snow are cracking.
The rivers begin to sing. In the sky
the winter stars are sliding away; new stars
appear as, later, small blades of grain
will shine in the dark fields.
And the name of every place is joyful.
— Mary Oliver, from "Worm Moon" in “Twelve Moons” (via Alive on All Channels)
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shoutout to whatever staff member has this bumper sticker at my school
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Mary Oliver, from “Summer Morning.” [ID in alt text]
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{Words by Charles Bukowski/ Mary Oliver from invitation}
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Mary Oliver, from "We Should Be Well Prepared", Red Bird
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— Mary Oliver, The Pond
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march by Mary Oliver
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I've Endured, Now What?
Blue Iris - Mary Oliver / So This Is All I Will Ever Be? - Fatima Aamer Bilal / Vive, Vive - Traci Brimhall
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— Mary Oliver, from The Gardener (via lunamonchtuna)
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I thought the earth
remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
(mary oliver, sleeping in the forest)
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— Mary Oliver
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"And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life."
Mary Oliver
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