I don’t want eventual,
I want soon.
It’s 5 a.m. It’s noon.
It’s dusk falling to dark.
I listen to music.
I eat up a few wild poems
while time creeps along
as though it’s got all day.
This is what I have.
The dull hangover of waiting,
the blush of my heart on the damp grass,
the flower-faced moon.
A gull broods on the shore
where a moment ago there were two.
Softly my right hand fondles my left hand
as though it were you.
~ Mary Oliver, Blue Horses
Right in the feels… Woosh: that last sentence…
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Ms. Oliver is so good at tossing in a line or two that kicks you in the stomach (in a good way!) Often they’re hidden in the meat of the poem, but this one…yep, right at the end so it would linger and echo. Ooph. (Glad you felt it too!)
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So happy we ordered Blue Horses for the Library. Food for the soul!
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Couldn’t agree more, David! Mary Oliver is a fine addition to any library…and any category: poetry, self-help, spirituality, biography, cooking, dogs, botany, children, medical (her work has saved my life many a time)…. 🙂
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I just love Mary…thank you for leading me to her. xo
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Housewives in bathrobes love Mary Oliver
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