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saint-daimon · 2 months
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A Pretty Song, from Thirst by Mary Oliver
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liriostigre · 2 years
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Mary Oliver, “When I Am Among the Trees.” Thirst
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asoftepiloguemylove · 10 months
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reminders i need
K.C Cramm tender is not a bad word / Louise Glück Vita Nova / Wendy Cope The Orange / unknown / Sue Zhao / Fleabag (2016-2019); Episode #2.3 dir. Harry Bradbeer / Mary Oliver Thirst / @seravph
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malaisequotes · 6 months
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“From the complications of loving you I think there is no end or return. No answer, no coming out of it. Which is the only way to love, isn't it?”
Thirst by Mary Oliver
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crucifiedlovers · 2 years
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Another morning and I wake with thirst for the goodness I do not have.
Mary Oliver, “Thirst” from Thirst
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gustaving · 3 months
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dk-thrive · 1 year
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Another morning and I wake with thirst for the goodness I do not have.
Mary Oliver, from “Thirst” in Thirst: Poems (Beacon Press; October 15, 2006)
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randombookquotes · 2 years
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messenger- mary oliver
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vesselsofmercy · 2 years
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"Let me    keep my mind on what matters,which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be    astonished."
– Mary Oliver, from Thirst
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theblessed-unrest · 1 year
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- Mary Oliver, “Praying”, Thirst
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abellinthecupboard · 1 year
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The Place I Want to Get Back To
is where  in the pinewoods   in the moments between    the darkness and first light  two deer   came walking down the hill    and when they saw me they said to each other, okay,  this one is okay,   let's see who she is    and why she is sitting on the ground, like that,  so quiet, as if   asleep, or in a dream,    but, anyway, harmless; and so they came  on their slender legs   and gazed upon me    not unlike the way I go out to the dunes and look  and look and look   into the faces of the flowers;    and then one of them leaned forward and nuzzled my hand, and what can my life  bring to me that could exceed   that brief moment?    For twenty years I have gone every day to the same woods,  not waiting, exactly, just lingering.   Such gifts, bestowed,    can't be repeated. If you want to talk about this  come to visit. I live in the house   near the corner, which I have named    Gratitude.
— Mary Oliver (1935–2019), Thirst, 2006
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Thirst, Mary Oliver// Haikyuu!!, Haruichi Furudate
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liriostigre · 2 years
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Mary Oliver, “Heavy.” Thirst
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innervoiceartblog · 1 year
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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 keep my mind on what matters, which is my work,
which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture. Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here,
which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart and these body-clothes, a mouth with which to give shouts of joy to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is that we live forever.
~ Mary Oliver
(Book: Thirst: Poems https://amzn.to/3llSxi4)
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malaisequotes · 6 months
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“This isn't a play ground, this is earth, our heaven, for a while. Therefore I have given precedence to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods that hold you in the center of my world.”
Thirst by Mary Oliver
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crucifiedlovers · 2 years
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When I first found you I was filled with light, now the darkness grows and it is filled with crooked things, bitter and weak, each one bearing my name.
Mary Oliver, “Six Recognitions of the Lord” from Thirst
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