Luce

“I wanted the past to go away, I wanted
to leave it, like another country; I wanted
my life to close, and open
like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song
where it falls
down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;
I wanted
to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know,

whoever I was, I was

alive
for a little while.”
― Mary Oliver, Dream Work

“Therefore, dark past,
I’m about to do it.
I’m about to forgive you

for everything.”
― Mary Oliver

“He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.”
― Mary Oliver White Heron Rises Over Blackwater

“Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness.”
― Mary Oliver