“I know, you never intended to be in this world.
But you're in it all the same.
So why not get started immediately.
I mean, belonging to it.
There is so much to admire, to weep over.
And to write music or poems about.
Bless the feet that take you to and fro.
Bless the eyes and the listening ears.
Bless the tongue, the marvel of taste.
Bless touching.
You could live a hundred years, it's happened.
Or not.
I am speaking from the fortunate platform of many years,
none of which, I think, I ever wasted.
Do you need a prod?
Do you need a little darkness to get you going?
Let me be as urgent as a knife, then, and remind you of Keats,
so single of purpose and thinking, for a while,
he had a lifetime.”
~Mary Oliver, from Blue Horses
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Mary Oliver, from "On Meditating, Sort Of", Blue Horses
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I DON’T WANT TO BE DEMURE OR RESPECTABLE
by Mary Oliver
From Blue Horses 2014
I don’t want to be demure or respectable.
I was that way, asleep, for years.
That way, you forget too many important things.
How the little stones, even if you can’t hear them, are singing.
How the river can’t wait to get to the ocean and the sky, it’s been there before.
What traveling is that!
It is a joy to imagine such distances.
I could skip sleep for the next hundred years.
There is a fire in the lashes of my eyes.
It doesn’t matter where I am, it could be a small room.
The glimmer of gold Böhme saw on the kitchen pot
was missed by everyone else in the house.
Maybe the fire in my lashes is a reflection of that.
Why do I have so many thoughts, they are driving me crazy.
Why am I always going anywhere, instead of somewhere?
Listen to me or not, it hardly matters.
I’m not trying to be wise, that would be foolish.
I’m just chattering.
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“...Admiring is easy, but affinity,
that does take some time.”
― Mary Oliver, Blue Horses
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I know, you never intended to be in this world.
But you're in it all the same.
So why not get started immediately.
I mean, belonging to it.
There is so much to admire, to weep over.
And to write music or poems about.
excerpt from “the fourth sign of the zodiac” by mary oliver, from blue horses
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"Do Stones Feel?" by Mary Oliver, from Devotions
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Mary Oliver, "Blue Horses: Poems (The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac)"
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Little Crazy Love Song
I don’t want eventual,
I want soon.
It’s 5 a.m. It’s noon.
It’s dusk falling to dark.
I listen to music.
I eat up a few wild poems
while time creeps along
as though it’s got all day.
This is what I have.
The dull hangover of waiting,
the blush of my heart on the damp grass,
the flower-faced moon.
A gull broods on the shore
where a moment ago there were two.
Softly my right hand fondles my left hand
as though it were you.
— Mary Oliver, Blue Horses (2014)
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A horse of a different color~
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Mary Oliver, from "I'm Feeling Fabulous, Possibly Too Much So. But I Love it", Blue Horses
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JOMP Book Photo Challenge || April 28 || This Month’s Favorite:
Blue Horses by Mary Oliver
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“Maybe our world will grow kinder eventually. Maybe the desire to make something beautiful / is the piece of God that is inside each of us.”
— by Mary Oliver; Franz Marc’s blue horses.
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I know, you never intended to be in this world.
But you’re in it all the same.
So why not get started immediately.
I mean, belonging to it.
There is so much to admire, to weep over.
And to write music or poems about.
Bless the feet that take you to and fro.
Bless the eyes and the listening ears.
Bless the tongue, the marvel of taste.
Bless touching.
You could live a hundred years, it’s happened.
Or not.
I am speaking from the fortunate platform
of many years,
none of which, I think, I ever wasted.
Do you need a prod?
Do you need a little darkness to get you going?
Let me be as urgent as a knife, then,
and remind you of Keats,
so single of purpose and thinking, for a while,
he had a lifetime.
~Mary Oliver
Blue Horses
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