Mary Oliver Bot

Tweeting lines from Mary Oliver's poems every 3 hours. Not affiliated with Mary Oliver or her estate.

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Hi all,
As Twitter is phasing out free access to the Twitter API on February 9th, this Twitter will soon end. The twitterbot platform that I use for this account is Cheap Bots Done Quick which will no longer be supported. It’s been a wonderful run. Thank you for being here!

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Wherever it was
I was supposed to be
this morning—

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On a cot by an open window
I lie like land used up, while spring unfolds.

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Traveling at thirty thousand feet, we see
How much of earth still lies in wilderness

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Thought buds toward radiance.

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Somewhere
a black bear
has just risen from sleep
and is staring
down the mountain.

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I want to believe I am looking
into the white fire of a great mystery.

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Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air,

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The ants bore into the peony bud and there is a dark
pinprick well of sweetness.

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Listen, says ambition, nervously shifting her weight from
one boot to another—why don't you get going?

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what is it I might say
there in the orange light of early morning,
in the owl’s resting time,
that would have any pluck and worth in it?—

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I can only stare.
She is the most beautiful woman
I have ever seen.

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to love what is mortal;

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One evening
I met the mango.

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It is my favorite story—

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until
deep in the forest you
shuffle up some tree, you rip the bark,

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Because, properly
attended to, delight, as well as havoc, is suggestion.

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And then I feel the sun itself
as it blazes over the hills,
like a million flowers on fire—

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What a task
to ask
of anything, or anyone,
yet it is ours,
and not by the century or the year, but by the hours.

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So I cannot improve upon the scene
as it happens:
my opportunity
and my stony silence
as death
rises up—

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We left the car and wandered through a field,
Three ladies pausing in indifferent space.