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THE GLASS CHILD

CHARLOTTE ERIKSSON

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Author.  Songwriter. Dreamer. Wanderer.

THE GLASS CHILD

CHARLOTTE ERIKSSON

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Author.  Songwriter. Dreamer. Wanderer.

Top 12 Mary Oliver Quotes And Poems

Possibly the most beloved poet in recent times... Mary Oliver. Astonished by life, simple moments, and quiet mornings. I've kept A Thousand Mornings and Devotions as my closest companions when I've felt unimpressed by life, love, or seasons. The words inside those poetry collections are nothing but healing. You can find the most popular books by Mary Oliver on Amazon here. ♡


 

“When it's over, I want to say: all my life

I was a bride married to amazement.

I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.


When it is over, I don't want to wonder

if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,

or full of argument.


I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.”



“Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?”



“You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.”



The Uses Of Sorrow

“(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)


Someone I loved once gave me

a box full of darkness.


It took me years to understand

that this, too, was a gift.”

Mary Oliver, Thirst





I Go Down To The Shore

“I go down to the shore in the morning

and depending on the hour the waves

are rolling in or moving out,

and I say, oh, I am miserable,

what shall—

what should I do? And the sea says

in its lovely voice:

Excuse me, I have work to do.”



“Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.” Mary Oliver


“to live in this world


you must be able

to do three things

to love what is mortal;

to hold it


against your bones knowing

your own life depends on it;

and, when the time comes to let it go,

to let it go”





"One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice --

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

"Mend my life!"

each voice cried.

But you didn't stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do --

determined to save

the only life you could save.”



How I go to the wood

"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.”





“Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields...Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.”

Mary Oliver



“The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.” Mary Oliver


“I tell you this

to break your heart,

by which I mean only

that it break open and never close again

to the rest of the world.”



 

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