Starlings in Winter – May 27, 2022
…Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us, even in the leafless winter,even in the ashy city.I am thinking nowof grief, and of getting past it; I feel my bootstrying to leave the ground,I feel my heartpumping hard. I want to think again of dangerous and noble things.I want to be light and frolicsome.I want […]
In Blackwater Woods – May 26, 2022
…To live in this world you must be ableto do three things:to love what is mortal;to hold it against your bones knowingyour own life depends on it;and, when the time comes to let it go,to let it go. -Mary Oliver, excerpt from “In Blackwater Woods”, from American Primitive Full poem: https://apoemaday.tumblr.com/post/652534824201027584/in-blackwater-woods
Praying – May 25, 2022
It doesn’t have to bethe blue iris, it could beweeds in a vacant lot, or a fewsmall stones; justpay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t tryto make them elaborate, this isn’ta contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in whichanother voice may speak. -Mary Oliver, from Thirst
The Uses of Sorrow – May 24, 2022
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave mea box full of darkness. It took me years to understandthat this, too, was a gift. -Mary Oliver
