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Monday, 4 July 2011

Pics and a poem

Most of the shadows of this life are caused by standing in one's own sunshine

Ralph Waldo Emerson


Here is the second of the favourite poems I promised you.


How I Go to the Woods


Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.


I don't really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unbearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.



Mary Oliver
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8 comments:

  1. Happy Summer Cait. I love your garden, bridge, and roses. Thank you for dropping by Margie's Crafts and leaving your lovely comment. Hugs, Margie.

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  2. I like Mary Oliver's poems too.

    Nice to see photos of your place in the summer - I think the last ones I remember had snow.

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  3. Cait, thank you for giving us another Mary Oliver poem.

    And also for glimpses of how beautifully summer is enveloping you.

    The green, the dozing dog, the luscious roses. They all spell summer.

    xo

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  4. Ahhh, well then, I see that the dog is well loved. ☺

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  5. What a garden, what a poem. I love our poet of the earth, MO.

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  6. That's one of the most beautiful poems I've read, love it.

    Those roses are exquisite. Isn't it wonderful when the garden comes alive?

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  7. What a wonderful poem that is by Mary Oliver, - How I Go To The Woods, I have re-read it soo many times, it is beautiful.

    Glorious roses in your pretty garden Cait, cannot imagine a garden without a rose blooming in summer.

    xx

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