Logan International Mary Oliver In the city called Wait, also known as the airport, you might think about your life – there is not much else to do. For one thing, there is too much luggage, and you’re truly lugging it – you and, it seems, everyone. What is it, that you need so badly? [...]

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Excerpt From Musical Notation: 1 Mary Oliver The physicality of the religious poets should not be taken idly. He or she, who loves god, will look most deeply into His works. Clouds are not only vapor, but shape, mobility, silky sacks of nourishing rain. The pear orchard is not only profit, but a paradise of [...]

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From Blossoms Li-Young Lee From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the joy at the bend in the road where we turned toward signs painted Peaches. From laden boughs, from hands, from sweet fellowship in the bins, comes nectar at the roadside, succulent peaches we devour, dusty skin and all, [...]

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Messenger Mary Oliver My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird — equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums. Here the clam deep in the speckled sand. Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me [...]

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Emily Bronte The night is darkening around me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow. And the storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes [...]

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