(painting by Edward Robert Hughes, 1851-1914.)
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If you are in the garden, I will dress myself in leaves.
If you are in the sea I will slide into that
smooth blue nest, I will talk fish, I will adore salt.
But if you are sad, I will not dress myself in desolation.
I will present myself with all the laughter I can muster.
And if you are angry I will come, calm and steady, with
some small and easy story.
Promises, promises, promises! The tongue jabbers, the heart
strives, fails, strives again. The world is perfect.
Love, however,
is an opera, a history, a long walk, that
includes falling and rising, falling and rising, while
the heart stays as sweet as a peach, as radiant and
grateful as the deep leaved hills.
-- Mary Oliver.
section 7 of "Rhapsody," in The Leaf and the Cloud: A Poem.
(Sherry Baker)
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Mary Oliver, from "The Leaf and the Cloud"
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Deborah Poynton (South African, 1970), Leaves, 2019. Oil on board, 24 x 30 cm.
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The sudden overwhelming urge to write a Turk Cloud fic where the vibe is essentially:
Cloud: You told me to pick my battles
Tseng: Yes and now I’m telling you to pick less.
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— excerpt from “Work”, by Mary Oliver, from The Leaf and the Cloud (2000)
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Southeast Taiwan from the train
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