You can
die for it –
an idea
or the world. People
have done so,
brilliantly,
letting
their small bodies be bound
to the stake,
creating an unforgettable
fury of light. But
this morning,
climbing the familiar hills
in the familiar
fabric of the dawn, I thought
of China
and India
and Europe, and I thought
how the sun
blazes for everyone just
so joyfully
as it rises
under the lashes
of my own eyes, and I thought
I am so many!
What is my name?
What is the name
of the deep breath I would take
over and over
for all of us? Call it
Whatever you want, it is
happiness, it is another one
of the ways to enter
fire.
Mary Oliver







Quote extracted from: Mary Oliver – New and Selected Poems


It is such a beautiful poem from an excellent thinker and writer. It gives us hope in such a crucial time!π€ππ€
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Yeah isn’t she incredible! Thanks so much for reading and I hope to put more poems of hers up on here. They are the kinds of poems that just keep giving and giving they are amazing
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I’m looking forward to more of this blazing sun π
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Oh yes…brilliant and sunny times ahead π βοΈ
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I really hope so π
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Beautiful poem and artwork! Thank you! π₯°
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Very welcome π π€
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This is such a beautiful poem and a great reminder that there are many reasons to appreciate poetry with one of them being – it is good for the soul. Cheers, Aiva π xx
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