the wednesday poem

"There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

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In Winter At four o’clock it’s dark. Today, looking out through dusk at three gray women in stretch slacks chatting in front of the post off...
Wednesday, January 20, 2010

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Waking in the night; the lamp is low, the oil freezing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The leeks newly washed white,- how cold it is! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All d...
Wednesday, January 13, 2010

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BEACH GLASS While you walk the water’s edge, turning over concepts I can’t envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any time the win...
Friday, January 8, 2010

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Mindful Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves ...
Wednesday, December 16, 2009

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All Day I Was With Trees Across wild country on solitary roads Within a fugue of parting, I was consoled By birches sovereign whiteness in s...
Wednesday, December 9, 2009

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Starlings in Winter Chunky and noisy, but with stars in their black feathers, they spring from the telephone...
Wednesday, December 2, 2009

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Winter Twilight On a clear winter's evening The crescent moon And the round squirrels' nest In the bare oak Are equal planets...
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