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, April 25, 2012

Veteran

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I don’t believe in ashes; some of the others do. I don’t believe in better or best; some of the others do. I don’t believe in a thousand...
Wednesday, April 18, 2012

The Mercy

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The ship that took my mother to Ellis Island eighty-three years ago was named "The Mercy." She remembers trying to eat a ban...
Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Animals

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Have you forgotten what we were like then when were were still first rate and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth it’s no use ...
Wednesday, April 4, 2012

XVII

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No one’s fated or doomed to love anyone. The accidents happen, we’re not heroines, they happen in our lives like car crashes, books that...
Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Song After Sadness

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Despair is still servant to the violet and wild ongoings of bone. You, remember, are that which must be made servant only to salt, only ...
Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Here's to Spring!

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March A bear under the snow Turns over to yawn. It's been a long, hard rest. Once, as she lay asleep, her cubs fell Out of ...
Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Dear March - Come in -

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Dear March -- Come in -- How glad I am -- I hoped for you before -- Put down your Hat -- You must have walked -- How out of Bre...
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