For me it was important to be alone; solitude was a prerequisite to being openly and joyfully susceptible and responsive to the world of leaves, light, birdsong, flowers, flowing water. - Mary Oliver
Mary Oliver, “Someday” from Red Bird
I go down to the edge of the sea.
How everything shines in the morning light!
The cusp of the whelk,
the broken cupboard of the clam,
the opened, blue mussels,
moon snails, pale pink and barnacle scarred—
and nothing at all whole or shut, but tattered, split,
dropped by the gulls onto the gray rocks and all the moisture gone.
It’s like a schoolhouse
of little words,
thousands of words.
First you figure out what each one means by itself,
the jingle, the periwinkle, the scallop
full of moonlight.
Mary Oliver, Breakage
mary oliver dogfish // bts magic shop
Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it.
- Mary Oliver
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.
‘The Uses of Sorrow’ by Mary Oliver
When Mary Oliver said, “doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” That’s like everything I’ve been working on in therapy the last couple of weeks and also I’m putting that last line in my vows also I’m getting married next month because the Supreeeeeeeeme Court
Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,
the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows, unmattering back
from the particular island
of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere
except underfoot, moldering
in that black subterranean castle
of unobservable mysteries – roots and sealed seeds
and the wanderings of water. This
I try to remember when time’s measure
painfully chafes, for instance when autumn
flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing
to stay – how everything lives, shifting
from one bright vision to another, forever
in these momentary pastures.
— mary oliver, “honey at the table”
“In the darkness they wondered if they could do it,
and knew they had to try to do it.”
“Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable.”
— Mary Oliver
Quick question @Mary Oliver: how the fuck do I let the soft animal of my body love what it loves???????