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I am über late posting today. Blame Mawusi. I have become a slave to what I love. I am working on taming the madness. School will start soon, I really do not want to start a new year all stressed out. I probably will go more into this on another day, but today I will share a good poem that I ‘chanced’ upon yesterday. I wanted to play that game where one opens a book and it falls on a page and lo and behold there is the poem for you! I, of course, had to try a couple of times before I found my poem.
The Old Poets of China
by Mary Oliver
by Mary Oliver
Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness. It does not believe
that I do not want it. Now I understand
why the old poets of China went so far and high
into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
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JAO
JAO
Oh I love Mary Oliver. Thank you for sharing this poem and photo — I like the pairing!
In a few more hours you can tell me exactly how much you like Mary Oliver! I have a book of her poems…I can remember exactly how I came about it. Glad you like the pairing.