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Happy Birthday: When Death Comes, by Mary Oliver | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Happy Birthday, Mary Oliver! | Poems Rethabile Likes 🎂 Happy Birthday, Mary Oliver! Poet • Pulitzer Winner • National Book Award • born 10 September 1935 Today we celebrate the birthday of Mary Oliver — one of America’s most beloved and widely read poets. Here is her masterful poem, "When Death Comes," a meditation on mortality, curiosity, and the call to live fully. When Death Comes When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness? And therefore I look ...

When Death Comes by Mary Oliver | Poems Rethabile Likes

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When Death Comes by Mary Oliver | Poems Rethabile Likes When Death Comes by Mary Oliver When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness? And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, ...

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver | Poems Rethabile Likes

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Wild Geese by Mary Oliver | Poems Rethabile Likes 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, n...