The poet, Mary Oliver, passed away today. She had a certain way about how she wrote her poetry about nature. She connected you to everything. Every animal, every blade of grass, every spiritual living thing. I sat on the couch tonight and read some of her books, remembering my favorite poems. This is one of them... .
Loving the earth, seeing what has been done to it,
I grow sharp, I grow cold.
Where will the trilliums go, and the coltsfoot?
Where will the pond lilies go to continue living
their simple, penniless lives, lifting
their faces of gold?
Impossible to believe we need so much
as the world wants us to buy.
I have more clothes, lamps, dishes, paper clips
than I could possibly use before I die.
Oh, I would like to live in an empty house,
with vines for walls, and a carpet of grass.
No planks, no plastic, no fiberglass.
And I suppose sometime I will.
Old and cold I will lie apart
from all this buying and selling, with only
the beautiful earth in my heart.” .
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