Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings originally published in 2004
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Solar Eclipse, Howard Russell Butler, 1925
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Art by Trina Schart Hyman from The Sleeping Beauty
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Lush Roses.
Art Print by Lisa Marie Kindley from Oregon.
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'To the Church in Ephesus' by Sidney Sime,
(1867 - 1941)
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'Dragon'. Witold Pruszkowski. 1896.
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The Hours unyoked themselves like chariots off to war -
there is nothing sweet left, every tenderness has been violated
every fantastical thought - of dragon, wand, or wing - is gone
the world has belittled us, pried open like the heart's thousand
eyelids forced to watch its own upheaval
already I see
the bones peeking out from our thinning flesh
another name is lost to an insurmountable past, will time take
even the memory of love? the phantom of hours spent
wading the black waters murked
by hook and plague and story
life, put your hand in my hand, the horses run wildly onwards -
they stampede the pine needles of my childhood into mud, no one
will remember the worms they go to feed
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and the lights flicker out - sleep calls,
I forget it, sometimes, the temptation that heroes feel
Odysseus and the sirens,
his men and their bag of wind
how pointless their suffering
home, home as temptation, the impossibility of its fulfillment
are we always reaching backwards into realms made unreal
by the vague skewering of memory?
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grief is the final act of love
even my bones collect you
a swathe of longing
for no-end
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August, red and common as a wound,
what question can I ask of the creature I am? The heart,
worm-wedded, heavier than I - is plucked from heaven’s
final branch by the impartial, haphazard
hand of nature. Over the hill, it is autumn already. I want
everything - the earth’s grossness, the leaf-dark filth,
the flat, fathomless expanse of renunciation. I renounce
knowing, I renounce childhood, even beauty:
let me be nothing of what I once wanted in the
primacy of youth
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I think of woodlands I’ll never see and grow old
who would want this? the humiliation of reason
or time’s erroneous breath
the way failure purges us of all meaning
lonely plumes of elsewhere, scatter my hair like
ashes, the wind returns nothing to me and my arms
burn with the leaden weight of things forgotten
they are like me, how could I leave them?
removed from the grim, quiet indignity of solitude
I find no new names for the birds, though they are as
changed as I and as weary as lilies
how long I wait, to be wakened into tenderness
but it is a rumor, like all else, as if after having returned
to the earth
the earth refuses me
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farewell to spiders,
cobwebs forged in sweeping waterlights
I have lured the deaths from this season
as a creek lures an animal to drink
nothing is as confined as the stars
each wrong the world commits against me
is a doorway that leads into gardens
abandoned by the rumors of love.
I know loneliness
I know the way a window loses itself
among the guiltless, peasant dreams
the terrible is everyday, like dust or
lost memories
farewell to loss, I will not remember you
and the window
will smother the world outside
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I am afraid of the world, the amaranth ash, the violet spreading light
that echoes the falling of my name’s fossil
the hunt and harvest are incongruent, desire has fled from necessity
what I hang on the sill of my life are scraps and beginnings
host of a dark language, I scatter like so many hooves borne on
by a prey’s panic, blue
and unpossessable
the humiliation in asking
to be loved
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'A moonlight ride on an owl's back' from Fairy Guardians by F. Willoughby, 1875
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let me not forget those forests, the way the sea scrapes at the fog
feeding the seedlings of darker dreams - how embarrassing, to want
you, or anything, still - have I not aged enough past it?
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Moonlit Night (Ferdinand Knab, 1864)
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Detail from 'The New World' poster, Kilian Eng, 2023
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