One day, i'll be cool.

[louisegluck]

Mary Oliver, from “Summer Morning.” [ID in alt text]

[mournfulroses]

Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings originally published in 2004

[leonardospoetry]

"And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life."

Mary Oliver

[panteneprovcommercial]

I've Endured, Now What?

Blue Iris - Mary Oliver / So This Is All I Will Ever Be? - Fatima Aamer Bilal / Vive, Vive - Traci Brimhall

[apoemaday]

April

by Mary Oliver

I wanted to speak at length about the happiness of my body and the delight of my mind for it was April, a night, a full moon and --

but something in myself or maybe from somewhere other said: not too many words, please, in the muddy shallows the

Frogs are singing.

[quotefeeling]

“Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.”

— Mary Oliver

[apoemaday]

Wild Geese

by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -- over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

[lunamonchtuna]

— Mary Oliver, from The Gardener (via lunamonchtuna)

[apoemaday]

Poppies

by Mary Oliver

The poppies send up their orange flares; swaying in the wind, their congregations are a levitation

of bright dust, of thin and lacy leaves. There isn’t a place in this world that doesn’t

sooner or later drown in the indigos of darkness, but now, for a while, the roughage

shines like a miracle as it floats above everything with its yellow hair. Of course nothing stops the cold,

black, curved blade from hooking forward — of course loss is the great lesson.

But I also say this: that light is an invitation to happiness, and that happiness,

when it’s done right, is a kind of holiness, palpable and redemptive. Inside the bright fields,

touched by their rough and spongy gold, I am washed and washed in the river of earthly delight —

and what are you going to do — what can you do about it — deep, blue night?

[petitworld]

Manor Garden, Snowshill, England by Warwick Hunt

[keirakatemelaniesoairse]

[georgia-o-keeffe]

Dark Iris №3, 1927, Georgia O'Keeffe

[georgia-o-keeffe]

Radiator Building – Night, New York, 1927, Georgia O'Keeffe

[just--another--wallflower]

Jean Paul Gaultier Fall 2006 RTW

[thehybridlife]

[verysmartguy]

Mur Murs (1981) dir. Agnès Varda

[trainstationgoodbye]

In search of the sun, they found oblivion. Along the Coast (1958) dir. Agnès Varda