Saturday, January 15, 2011

Reading Mary Oliver

At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain.I dip my cupped hands.
I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire.It falls cold into my body, waking the bones.
I hear them deep inside me,whispering oh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?

Mary Oliver


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