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, November 24, 2010

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i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything which is ...
Wednesday, November 17, 2010

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Light Verse It’s just five, but it’s light like six. It’s lighter than we think. Mind and day are out of sync. The dog is restless. The dog’...
Wednesday, November 10, 2010

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exactly right the strays keep arriving: now we have 5 cats and they are smart, spontaneous, self- absorbed...
Wednesday, November 3, 2010

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Consolation How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How much bette...
Wednesday, October 27, 2010

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All Souls A few of us—Hillary Clinton, Vlad Dracula, Oprah Winfrey, and Trotsky—peer through the kitchen window at a raccoon perched outs...
Wednesday, October 20, 2010

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Storm Catechism The gods are rinsing their just-boiled pasta in a colander, which is why it is humid and fitfully raining down here in the s...
Wednesday, October 13, 2010

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Forgetfulness The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire...
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