#why i wake early

[louvaints]

Mary Oliver, from “Why I Wake Early.” [ID in alt text]

[apoemaday]

Why I Wake Early

by Mary Oliver

Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who make the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories, and into the windows of, even, the miserable and crotchety --

best preacher that ever was, dear star, that just happens to be where you are in the universe to keep us from ever-darkness, to ease us with warm touching, to hold us in the great hands of light– good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.

[liriostigre]

Mary Oliver, “Something.” Why I Wake Early

[sfsolstice]

Mary Oliver, from "The Lover of Earth Cannot Help Herself," in Why I Wake Early

[a-ramblinrose]

JOMP BPC || May 19 || Newest Book:  Why I Wake Early by Mary Oliver

[dk-thrive]

Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who make the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories, and into the windows of, even, the miserable and crotchety– best preacher that ever was, dear star, that just happens to be where you are in the universe to keep us from ever-darkness, to ease us with warm touching, to hold us in the great hands of light– good morning, good morning, good morning. Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.

— Mary Oliver, "Why I Wake Early" from Why I Wake Early: New Poems (Beacon Press; April 15, 2005) (via Make Believe Boutique)

[postmodernismruinedme]

Then I remember: death comes before the rolling away of the stone.

- Mary Oliver, Why I Wake Early

[poetdaughter]

"trout lilies" by mary oliver, from why i wake early

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

More sky.   It never runs out. :  From my files

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Mary Oliver from Why I Wake Early (p.8-9).

Where Does the Temple Begin, Where Does It End? There are things you can't reach. But But you can reach out to them, and all day long. The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of God. And it can keep you as busy as anything else, and happier. The snakes slides away, the fish jumps, like a little lily, out of the water and back in; the goldfinches sing from the unreachable top of the tree. I look; morning to night I am never done with looking. Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around as though with your arms open. And thinking: maybe something will come, some shining coil of wind, or a few leaves from any old tree -- they are all in this too. And now I will tell you the truth. Everything in the world comes. At least, closer. And, cordially. Like the nibbling, tinsel-eyed fish; the unlooping snake. Like goldfinches, little dolls of gold fluttering around the corner of the sky of God, the blue air.

[localwench]

Mary Oliver poem of the day

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[an-internet-introvert]

Countdown to October 19th (15/19)

DanandPhilGAMES Comeback

[hinamie]

色彩 [Shikisai]

[liriostigre]

Mary Oliver “Why I Wake Early.” Why I Wake Early

[soup-guts]

☕️ his eyes are open but he’s not conscious ☕️

[a-ramblinrose]

"Watch, now, how I start the day

in happiness, in kindness."