A month of poets: today, Mary Oliver
In celebration of National Poetry Month, I’ll feature a poem here every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday in April. Any reflections on today’s selection?
“The Place I Want to Get Back To”
from Thirst by Mary Oliver
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is where
   in the pinewoods
     in the moments between
       the darkness
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and first light
   two deer
     came walking down the hill
       and when they saw me
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they said to each other, okay,
   this one is okay,
     let’s see who she is
       and why she is sitting
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on the ground, like that,
   so quiet, as if
     asleep, or in a dream,
       but, anyway, harmless;
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and so they come
   on their slender legs
     and gazed upon me
       not unlike the way
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I go out to the dunes and look
   and look and look
     into the faces of the flowers;
       and then one of them leaned forward
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and nuzzled my hand, and what can my life
   bring me that could exceed
     that brief moment?
       For twenty years
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I have gone every day to the same woods,
   not waiting, exactly, just lingering.
     Such gifts, bestowed,
       can’t be repeated.
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If you want to talk about this
   come to visit. I live in the house
     near the corner, which I have named
       Gratitude.
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