Mary Oliver, “Something.” Why I Wake Early
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Mary Oliver, from “Why I Wake Early.” [ID in alt text]
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“Song of the Builders” from Why I Wake Early by Mary Oliver
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"trout lilies" by mary oliver, from why i wake early
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I look; morning to night I am never done with looking. Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around as though with your arms open.
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More sky. It never runs out. : From my files
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Mary Oliver from Why I Wake Early (p.8-9).
Where Does the Temple Begin, Where Does It End?
There are things you can't reach. But
But you can reach out to them, and all day long.
The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of God.
And it can keep you as busy as anything else, and happier.
The snakes slides away, the fish jumps, like a little lily,
out of the water and back in; the goldfinches sing
from the unreachable top of the tree.
I look; morning to night I am never done with looking.
Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around
as though with your arms open.
And thinking: maybe something will come, some
shining coil of wind,
or a few leaves from any old tree --
they are all in this too.
And now I will tell you the truth.
Everything in the world
comes.
At least, closer.
And, cordially.
Like the nibbling, tinsel-eyed fish; the unlooping snake.
Like goldfinches, little dolls of gold
fluttering around the corner of the sky
of God, the blue air.
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Mary Oliver poem of the day
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☕️ his eyes are open but he’s not conscious ☕️
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Mary Oliver “Why I Wake Early.” Why I Wake Early
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(incoherent bird soldier screeching)
okay, I'm ready, I'm totally ready, I --
(even more incoherent bird soldier screeching)
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Beth Behrs, (Instagram, August 05, 2016)
—Why I Wake Early, Mary Oliver (2004)
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“Why I Wake Early”, 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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Burning
(Chapter 3 of zera's bkau fic)
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Some President Howard Goodman in celebration of Black Friday’s anniversary yesterday!
Inspired by JFK’s Official Portrait
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