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    Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious
    “Tell me, what is it you plan to do
    with your one wild and precious life?”
    Mary Oliver

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    Mary Oliver
    “Instructions for living a life.
    Pay attention.
    Be astonished.
    Tell about it.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #3
    Mary Oliver
    “Listen--are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?”
    Mary Oliver

  • #4
    Mary Oliver
    “to live in this world

    you must be able
    to do three things
    to love what is mortal;
    to hold it

    against your bones knowing
    your own life depends on it;
    and, when the time comes to let it go,
    to let it go”
    Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Volume One

  • #5
    Mary Oliver
    “I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #6
    Mary Oliver
    “You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.”
    Mary Oliver, Wild Geese

  • #7
    Mary Oliver
    “The Journey

    One day you finally knew
    what you had to do, and began,
    though the voices around you
    kept shouting
    their bad advice --
    though the whole house
    began to tremble
    and you felt the old tug
    at your ankles.
    "Mend my life!"
    each voice cried.
    But you didn't stop.
    You knew what you had to do,
    though the wind pried
    with its stiff fingers
    at the very foundations,
    though their melancholy
    was terrible.
    It was already late
    enough, and a wild night,
    and the road full of fallen
    branches and stones.
    But little by little,
    as you left their voices behind,
    the stars began to burn
    through the sheets of clouds,
    and there was a new voice
    which you slowly
    recognized as your own,
    that kept you company
    as you strode deeper and deeper
    into the world,
    determined to do
    the only thing you could do --
    determined to save
    the only life you could save.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #8
    Mary Oliver
    “Sometimes I need
    only to stand
    wherever I am
    to be blessed.”
    Mary Oliver, Evidence: Poems

  • #9
    Mary Oliver
    “I tell you this
    to break your heart,
    by which I mean only
    that it break open and never close again
    to the rest of the world.”
    Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Vol. 2
    tags: lead

  • #10
    Mary Oliver
    “Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields...Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #11
    Mary Oliver
    “If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happened better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)”
    Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

  • #12
    Mary Oliver
    “Why I Wake Early

    Hello, sun in my face.

    Hello, you who made 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 the 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.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #13
    Mary Oliver
    “Praying

    It doesn’t have to be
    the blue iris, it could be
    weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
    small stones; just
    pay attention, then patch

    a few words together and don’t try
    to make them elaborate, this isn’t
    a contest but the doorway

    into thanks, and a silence in which
    another voice may speak.”
    Mary Oliver, Thirst



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