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Mary oliver

Mary Oliver

Five A.M. in the Pinewoods

I’d seen
their hoofprints in the deep
needles and knew
they ended the long night

under the pines, walking
like two mute
and beautiful women toward
the deeper woods, so I

got up in the dark and
went there. They came
slowly down the hill
and looked at me sitting under

the blue trees, shyly
they stepped
closer and stared
from under their thick lashes and even

nibbled some damp
tassels of weeds. This
is not a poem about a dream,
though it could be.

This is a poem about the world
that is ours, or could be.
Finally
one of them—I swear it!—

would have come to my arms.
But the other
stamped sharp hoof in the
pine needles like

the tap of sanity,
and they went off together through
the trees. When I woke
I was alone,

I was thinking:
so this is how you swim inward,
so this is how you flow outward,
so this is how you pray.

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Such a close communion with the deer, feels like stillness surrounds. She sees her inner world and bring it out. A deep spiritual poem.
As you well said cuauhtémoc intuition is the emotional intelligence.
11 months ago
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Pop and me 1
If it was a dream I would count myself very lucky to have experienced it.
If it was reality you were beyond the pleasure of an occasion that most of us witness .
Stunning poem.
about 1 year ago
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Hdr 1475708043421

Nice!

almost 4 years ago
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