it was a dark and stormy night

petaltexturedskies:

I began to talk. I talked about summer, and about time. The pleasures of eating, the terrors of the night. About this cup we call a life. About happiness. And how good it feels, the heat of the sun between the shoulder blades.

Mary Oliver, from “toad”, truro bear and other adventures: poems and essays

withnailrules:

Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say ‘Look!’ and laugh in astonishment, and bow their heads.

—Mary Oliver

each of us is given only so many mornings

dk-thrive:

Each of us is given
only so many mornings to do it—
to look around and love…

— Mary Oliver, from ‘The Deer,’ in House of Light (Beacon Press, March 28, 2012)

(Source: minima--moralia)

stoweboyd:

petaltexturedskies:

Mary Oliver, excerpt of “a meeting”, in the truro bear and other adventures

petaltexturedskies:

I rose this morning early as usual, and went to my desk. But it’s spring, and the thrush is in the woods, somewhere in the twirled branches, and he is singing. And so, now, I am standing by the open door. And now I am stepping down onto the grass. I am touching a few leaves. I am noticing the way the yellow butterflies move together, in a twinkling cloud, over the field. And I am thinking: maybe just looking and listening is the real work. Maybe the world, without us, is the real poem.

Mary Oliver, from the book of time

liriostigre:

Mary Oliver, “Heavy.” Thirst

petaltexturedskies:

It’s spring and mockingbird is teaching himself new ways to celebrate. (…) and the sky is painting itself a brand-new robust blue plenty of which is spilling into the pond.

Mary Oliver

petaltexturedskies:

mary oliver, from when I am among the trees in ‘thirst’

liriostigre:

Mary Oliver “Why I Wake Early.” Why I Wake Early

feral-ballad:

Mary Oliver, from Upstream: Selected Essay

[Text ID: “maybe it’s about the wonderful things that may happen if you break the ropes that are holding you.”]