#devotions by mary oliver

[mournfulroses]

Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "Six Recognitions of the Lord," featured in Devotions: Poems

[leonardospoetry]

"Attention is the beginning of devotion."

Mary Oliver

[joytri]

Now that I'm free to be myself, who am I?

Mary Oliver, "Blue Iris." Devotions

[petaltexturedskies]

Mary Oliver, from "Don't Hesitate" in Devotions

[fatassdeclanlynch]

LEVELS OF DEVOTION

It Will Come Back by Hozier // Your Dog by Soccer Mommy //  Moon Song by Phoebe Bridgers // Night in the Hills by Jenna Barton // “Little Dog’s Rhapsody in the Night” by Mary Oliver // The Edge of You by Jenna Barton

[coffeebooksandmore]

This spring my goal is to be reading by the river as much as I possibly can ☁️☁️☁️

coffeeandbookss

[bypatia]

Mary Oliver, Evidence, 2009

[epistolaire-livre]

Devotions (2017), 'Wild Geese' (1986) Mary Oliver, p. 349

[orpheuslament]

— Mary Oliver

[helenaredamancy]

august of another summer, and once again

the pond by mary oliver // nothing twice by wislawa szymborska // late august by margaret atwood // august by alex dimitrov // paradoxes and oxymorons by john ashbery // again august by haley mlotek //

[mournfulroses]

Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "Catbird," featured in Devotions: Selected Poems

[angelethic]

when jenny slate said “I realize I want to hear my voice and only mine. Not the voice of my voice within a cacophony of old pains. Just mine, now.” and when toni morrison said “I want to feel what I feel. What’s mine. Even if it’s not happiness, whatever that means. Because you’re all you’ve got.” and when mary oliver said

[joytri]

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Mary Oliver, Wild Geese

[petaltexturedskies]

When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the brambles nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching my ripped arms, thinking of nothing, cramming the black honey of summer into my mouth; all day my body accepts what it is. In the dark creeks that run by there is this thick paw of my life darting among the black bells, the leaves; there is this happy tongue.

Mary Oliver, from "August" in Devotions

[lesbianjudasiscariot]

[bypatia]

- Devotions, Mary Oliver