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Poetry Friday: How I Go to the Woods by Mary Oliver

January 10th, 2014 (07:00 am)
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Current Song: All the Love by Maria Mena

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.

- How I Go to the Woods by Mary Oliver

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Comments

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Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: January 11th, 2014 01:43 am (UTC)

Thanks for commenting!

Posted by: Gwenda Bond (bondgwendabond)
Posted at: January 11th, 2014 04:27 pm (UTC)

Gorgeous.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: January 11th, 2014 05:44 pm (UTC)

Agreed. Hi, Gwenda.

Posted by: mlyearofreading (mlyearofreading)
Posted at: January 11th, 2014 09:50 pm (UTC)
Ahhh...

"I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours."

So true.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: January 11th, 2014 10:51 pm (UTC)
Re: Ahhh...

The last two lines are my favorite.

Posted by: Myra Garces Bacsal (Myra Garces Bacsal)
Posted at: January 12th, 2014 09:18 am (UTC)
Poetry Friday

This reminds me of why I love Mary Oliver so much. Perfect.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: January 12th, 2014 05:03 pm (UTC)
Re: Poetry Friday

Lovely.

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