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SUN It isn’t that I need to fly. I would be content to run through tall grasses with buffalo, to ride prairies on spotted horses, pierce tough hides with arrows of stone and wood and... More »
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SOME QUESTIONS YOU MIGHT ASK by Mary Oliver Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, like the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl? Who has it,... More »
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DIRT AND SNOW AND LIGHT This morning the dirt I kicked into the pond fell through the water like dry snow. Now, snow falls—quarter-sized flakes slushing the water’s surface. Somewhere past the snow the sun... More »
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FLOWERS AND STONES Marooned on the Channel Islands, maroon poppies brace themselves in cracks in clay cliffs, throw red to sun, bow to wind and waves. That few have seen them does not hinder their... More »
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