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died a week ago. Her poem "Wild Geese" touched my heart years ago and the one below, that I discovered today, deeply resonates with me. Rest in peace, Mary.
I Dream of Trees
There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,
A quiet house, some green and modest acres
A little way from every troubling town,
A little way from factories, schools, laments.
I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,
With only streams and birds for company,
To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.
And then it came to me, that so was death,
A little way away from everywhere.
There is a thing in me still dreams of trees.
But let it go. Homesick for moderation,
Half the world’s artists shrink or fall away.
If any find solution, let him tell it.
Meanwhile I bend my heart toward lamentation
Where, as the times implore our true involvement,
The blades of every crisis point the way.
I would it were not so, but so it is.
Who ever made music of a mild day?
And this: Mary Oliver The Journey
May she rest in peace.
Nancy
thank you, Nancy
beautiful... TY
Thank you BOTH for sharing...may she rest in peace and know that she brought joy to many...THAT is a life well lived.
Ellen
I loved her too!
She was one of my favorite poets! And The Journey is so good and so fitting for quitting smoking!