West Wind: Poems and Prose Poems

by Mary Oliver

But how did you come burning down like a wild needle, knowing just where my heart was?

i need this embedded into my soul

There are night birds, in the garden below us, singing. Oh, listen! For a moment I thought it was our own bodies.

the wayh i just highlighted a whole poem

humorous at first then serious then crazy

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what will you say about the roses— their sighing, their tossing— and the want of the heart, and the trill of the heart,

the mockingbird, still young, still lucky, wild beak kissing and chuckling as it flutters and struts along the avenue of song.

my love is a gift to myself.

!!!!!!

he leaned in the wild sun,

bright happiness falling, like tiny gold flowers, like the sunlight itself,

So we cross the dark together.

the pearls of their voices are falling in the morning light.

Did we sleep long? Is it this life still, or is it the next life, already? Are we gone, then? Are we there?

I pick up a pencil, I put it down, I pick it up again. I am thinking of you. I am always thinking of you.

Heart shattered

Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches

Please dont make me think about that fig tree

Well, there is time left— fields everywhere invite you into them.

are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?