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Mary Oliver: far and away a most remarkable poet who translated her observations of nature into well-loved word images.

At Blackwater Pond [Mary Oliver]

At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled

after a night of rain. I drink

a long time. It tastes

like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold

into my body, waking my bones. I hear them

deep inside me, whispering

oh what is that beautiful thing

that just happened?

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