A Pretty Song, from Thirst by Mary Oliver
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Mary Oliver, “When I Am Among the Trees.” Thirst
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Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift
-Mary Oliver
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“From the complications of loving you I think there is no end or return. No answer, no coming out of it. Which is the only way to love, isn't it?”
Thirst by Mary Oliver
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Another morning and I wake with thirst for the goodness I do not have.
Mary Oliver, “Thirst” from Thirst
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Another morning and I wake with thirst for the goodness I do not have.
Mary Oliver, from “Thirst” in Thirst: Poems (Beacon Press; October 15, 2006)
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"Let me keep my mind on what matters,which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished."
– Mary Oliver, from Thirst
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- Mary Oliver, “Praying”, Thirst
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The Place I Want to Get Back To
is where
in the pinewoods
in the moments between
the darkness
and first light
two deer
came walking down the hill
and when they saw me
they said to each other, okay,
this one is okay,
let's see who she is
and why she is sitting
on the ground, like that,
so quiet, as if
asleep, or in a dream,
but, anyway, harmless;
and so they came
on their slender legs
and gazed upon me
not unlike the way
I go out to the dunes and look
and look and look
into the faces of the flowers;
and then one of them leaned forward
and nuzzled my hand, and what can my life
bring to me that could exceed
that brief moment?
For twenty years
I have gone every day to the same woods,
not waiting, exactly, just lingering.
Such gifts, bestowed,
can't be repeated.
If you want to talk about this
come to visit. I live in the house
near the corner, which I have named
Gratitude.
— Mary Oliver (1935–2019), Thirst, 2006
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Mary Oliver, “Heavy.” Thirst
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Thirst, Mary Oliver// Haikyuu!!, Haruichi Furudate
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My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird — equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.
Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I no longer young and still not half-perfect? Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture. Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart and these body-clothes, a mouth with which to give shouts of joy to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is that we live forever.
~ Mary Oliver
(Book: Thirst: Poems https://amzn.to/3llSxi4)
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“This isn't a play ground, this is earth, our heaven, for a while. Therefore I have given precedence to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods that hold you in the center of my world.”
Thirst by Mary Oliver
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