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    Mary Oliver
    “The sweetness of dogs (fifteen)

    What do you say, Percy? I am thinking
    of sitting out on the sand to watch
    the moon rise. Full tonight.
    So we go

    and the moon rises, so beautiful it
    makes me shudder, makes me think about
    time and space, makes me take
    measure of myself: one iota
    pondering heaven. Thus we sit,

    I thinking how grateful I am for the moon’s
    perfect beauty and also, oh! How rich
    it is to love the world. Percy, meanwhile,
    leans against me and gazes up into
    my face. As though I were
    his perfect moon.”
    Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

  • #2
    Constantinos P. Cavafy
    “When you set sail for Ithaca,
    wish for the road to be long,
    full of adventures, full of knowledge.”
    C.P. Cavafy

  • #3
    Dalai Lama XIV
    “Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.”
    Dalai Lama XIV

  • #4
    Roger A. Caras
    “If you don't own a dog, at least one, there is not necessarily anything wrong with you, but there may be something wrong with your life.”
    Roger Caras

  • #5
    Charles Dickens
    “No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.”
    Charles Dickens

  • #6
    Mary Oliver
    “The Sunflowers

    Come with me
    into the field of sunflowers.
    Their faces are burnished disks, their dry spines

    creak like ship masts,
    their green leaves,
    so heavy and many,
    fill all day with the sticky

    sugars of the sun.
    Come with me
    to visit the sunflowers,
    they are shy

    but want to be friends;
    they have wonderful stories
    of when they were young--
    the important weather,

    the wandering crows.
    Don't be afraid
    to ask them questions!
    Their bright faces,

    which follows the sun,
    will listen, and all
    those rows of seeds--
    each one a new life!--

    hope for a deeper acquaintance;
    each of them, though it stands
    in a crowd of many,
    like a separate universe,

    is lonely, the long work
    of turning their lives
    into a celebration
    is not easy. Come

    and let us talk with those modest faces,
    the simple garments of leaves,
    the coarse roots in the earth
    so uprightly burning.”
    Mary Oliver



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