Today I’ll share my favorite poet with you.  Her  name is Mary Oliver and this is from her collection Thirst.


Mary Oliver

I go out to the dunes and look

and look and look

into the faces of the flowers;

and then one of them leaned forward

and nuzzled my hand, and what can my life

bring to me that could exceed

the brief moment?

For twenty years

I have gone every day to the same woods,

not waiting, exactly, just lingering.

Such gifts bestowed,

can’t be repeated.

If you want to talk about this

come visit.  I live in the house

near the corner, which I have named