Sometimes I grow weary with all the days, with their fits and starts. I want to climb some old gray mountain, slowly, taking the rest of my lifetime to do it, resting often, sleeping under the pines or, above them, on the unclothed rocks. I want to see how many stars are still in the sky that we have smothered for years now, a century at least. I want to look back at everything, forgiving it all, and peaceful, knowing the last thing there is to know.
All that urgency! Not what the earth is about!
How silent the trees, their poetry being of themselves only. I want to take slow steps, and think appropriate thoughts.
In ten thousand years, maybe, a piece of the mountain will fall.
~ Mary Oliver, The Poet Dreams of the Mountain. Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
Photo: NerySoul
oh gosh so how I feel tonight
Oliver’s voice is so unfaltering. Ahhh, to see the world through her eyes, if even for a day, or rather to see the world and be able to give voice to one’s thoughts in such a way. Breathtaking….
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Trying to slow my pace and take each moment in – Mary Oliver as both guide and muse and soulful instructor.
She so is…all that.
Reblogged this on Bright, shiny objects! and commented:
Anyone who quotes Mary Oliver is a friend of mine…
Smiling. Thanks Todd.
You’ve got a pretty soft gushy interior for a Wall Street Baron!
Laughing. Agree on the interior. Way off the mark on the Baron part!
To beautiful for WORDS!!!
Agree!
God, I love her.
Me too. Me too.
Anyone who can conceive of a place beyond worldly disorder, means that it exists. For nothing is that cannot be found in thought.
Live an unworldly life and you will one day find yourself there.
-Alan
Love that: “live an unworldly life and you will one day find yourself there.”
Great quote 👍
Agree Shannon, thanks.
yes.