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Poems by Mary Oliver
- Thread starter Geoff-Allen
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Geoff-Allen
Resident megalomaniac
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.
Found on this site -
Poetry by Mary Oliver- The Journey, Wild Geese, Morning Poem and Others
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.
Found on this site -
Poetry by Mary Oliver- The Journey, Wild Geese, Morning Poem and Others
Geoff-Allen
Resident megalomaniac
Another fan -
Thank you for visiting this site! I began this blog in January of 2010 and reflected on one poem of Mary's a day. This was a 15 month plus journey to discover the face of reality as expressed in the world of nature and human cultures on the face of this planet. This choice, a form of nature spirituality practice, relied on the help of Mary Oliver by reflecting upon her entire collection of poems over the period of a year. Every morning as the sun rose, or more likely well before, I read a poem, reflected, meditated, journaled, and then shared my thoughts with you here. I'd be delighted to share this journey with others as you come to this blog now, and in the future.
I then took nearly two years off, and am now journeying again with Mary with her latest book, "A Thousand Mornings." My dream would that Mary would keep writing so that this blog will have reflected 1000 morning and 1000 poems.
This is the site that comes from -
A Year's Risings with Mary Oliver: Don't Hesitate
Thank you for visiting this site! I began this blog in January of 2010 and reflected on one poem of Mary's a day. This was a 15 month plus journey to discover the face of reality as expressed in the world of nature and human cultures on the face of this planet. This choice, a form of nature spirituality practice, relied on the help of Mary Oliver by reflecting upon her entire collection of poems over the period of a year. Every morning as the sun rose, or more likely well before, I read a poem, reflected, meditated, journaled, and then shared my thoughts with you here. I'd be delighted to share this journey with others as you come to this blog now, and in the future.
I then took nearly two years off, and am now journeying again with Mary with her latest book, "A Thousand Mornings." My dream would that Mary would keep writing so that this blog will have reflected 1000 morning and 1000 poems.
This is the site that comes from -
A Year's Risings with Mary Oliver: Don't Hesitate
Geoff-Allen
Resident megalomaniac
