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Tag Archives: winter hours

spirit guides: mary oliver

Posted on June 20, 2012 by Dana
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:: I too leave the fret and enclosure of my own life. I too dip myself toward the immeasurable. — Mary Oliver

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a present mind

hayden, aka ‘beebs’

writing worth reading

  • Geof Huth — Every response to a poem is a personal. We view the world through two holes out from the head we think within. We hear that world through two holes punctured through the sides of our holes, but again from the inside.
  • Kristen McHenry — It was never feasible: no skin no light / no prayers save us for we have, / all of us, swallowed / ourselves, and contain / only one another.
  • Melissa Fondakowski — Oliver is not a nature poet and is by no means simplistic: the paradox of her complexity lies in the seeming plainness of her verse, which goes down like sugar while tapping some unconscious river of longing flowing toward an Ineffable delta.
  • Uma Gowrishankar — Hollowing the walls that make my home, I build a scaffold to hold an empty space. Bricks crumble when intimacy pours through the hole like loosened cement. It’s time to leave the building that exists only in my heart and nowhere else.

         

You begin by not knowing / where you are, by just / standing and looking for landmarks. / Everything has a voice, / the rustle of crabs beneath stone, / the stones themselves. Particular / and luminous, things tilt / into vision. Pitch glistens amber / in the sun. Otter dung whitens / and dries in summer heat. — Samuel Green

image credits :: Phil Augustavo, Dana Guthrie Martin, Katerha

Into the world’s tumult, into the chaos of every day, / Go quietly, quietly. — Charles Wright
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