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Why I Wake Early

by Mary Oliver

Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who make the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories, and into the windows of, even, the miserable and crotchety --

best preacher that ever was, dear star, that just happens to be where you are in the universe to keep us from ever-darkness, to ease us with warm touching, to hold us in the great hands of light– good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.

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Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Of Wildflowers”

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Moments of Gold

(c) gifs by riverwindphotography

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The Kelpie Pond by Jaimie Whitbread 

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‘Harvest Moon’ illustrated by Okamoto Kiichi (1921)

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Amy Beager (British, 1988) - Necessary Evil (2023)

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— Mary Oliver, from The Gardener (via lunamonchtuna)

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Norwood Hodge MacGilvary (1874-1949), Birth of an idea, c. 1920

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Angela Lane (British, 1974) - Light Pillar (2020)

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Natalie Wee, Least of all

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Robert Delaunay (French, 1885–1941) - Rythme circulaire, oil on canvas, 254 x 301 cm (1937)

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Sam Gilliam (American, b. 1933)

Annie - 2022

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Owen Gent. Displace No. 1, 2023.

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‘Study of Thistles’ by Sophia L. Crownfield, c. 1890.

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Words by Palestinian writer Refaat Alareer (1979-2023). The poem in full:

If I must die, 

you must live 

to tell my story 

to sell my things 

to buy a piece of cloth 

and some strings, 

(make it white with a long tail) 

so that a child, somewhere in Gaza 

while looking heaven in the eye 

awaiting his dad who left in a blaze— 

and bid no one farewell 

not even to his flesh 

not even to himself— 

sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up above 

and thinks for a moment an angel is there 

bringing back love 

If I must die 

let it bring hope 

let it be a tale

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