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Mary Oliver Poems PDF
Mary Oliver Poems PDF
THE SUN
I'd seen
their hoofprints in the deep
needles and knew
they ended the long night
I was thinking:
so this is how you swim inward,
so this is how you flow outward,
so this is how you pray.
MORNING POEM
Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange
of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails
the thorn
that is heavier than lead—
if it's all you can do
to keep on trudging—
there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted—
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.
WILD GEESE
THE FISH
A MEETING
I meet them.
I can only stare.
to be utterly
wild.
AUNT LEAF
CROWS
THE RABBIT
Scatterghost,
it can't float away.
And the rain, everybody's brother,
won't help. And the wind all these days
flying like ten crazy sisters everywhere
can't seem to do a thing. No one but me,
and my hands like fire,
to lift him to a last burrow. I wait
AT BLACKWATER POND
THE JOURNEY