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the wednesday poem: To mail, to stars, to rain...all things lovely and July
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There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver. Wednesday, July 29, 2015. To mail, to stars, to rain.all things lovely and July. The sleep of this night deepens. Because I have walked coatless from the house. Carrying the white envelope. All night it will say one name.
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the wednesday poem: Here's to that wild November full moon!
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There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver. Wednesday, November 28, 2012. Here's to that wild November full moon! We drove to the slough and walked briefly. Along the uneven path. There are plants here. You see nowhere else,. Among twenty brown hills. If you would ...
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the wednesday poem: Here's to the Summer Solstice on Sunday, June 21st!
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There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver. Wednesday, June 17, 2015. Here's to the Summer Solstice on Sunday, June 21st! Most of you know that I am gaga about the solstices! In honor of excess three poems for Summer Solstice 2015! Peace, Ding Dongs, y el sol!
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the wednesday poem: For my brother, David, in his 45th year ~
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There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver. Thursday, June 30, 2011. For my brother, David, in his 45th year. A man should clear a space for himself,. Like Dublin city on a Sunday morning. About six o’clock. Dublin and myself are rid of our traffic then. Is what ma...
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the wednesday poem: June 2015
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There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver. Wednesday, June 17, 2015. Here's to the Summer Solstice on Sunday, June 21st! Most of you know that I am gaga about the solstices! In honor of excess three poems for Summer Solstice 2015! Peace, Ding Dongs, y el sol!
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the wednesday poem: Seamus Heaney you will be dearly missed ~
http://thewednesdaypoem.blogspot.com/2013/09/seamus-heaney-you-will-be-dearly-missed.html
There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver. Monday, September 2, 2013. Seamus Heaney you will be dearly missed. And some time make the time to drive out west. Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,. In September or October, when the wind. Now, there are quite a...
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the wednesday poem: July 2015
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There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver. Wednesday, July 29, 2015. To mail, to stars, to rain.all things lovely and July. The sleep of this night deepens. Because I have walked coatless from the house. Carrying the white envelope. All night it will say one name.
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the wednesday poem: Philip Schultz x 2
http://thewednesdaypoem.blogspot.com/2011/10/philip-schultz-x-2.html
There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver. Wednesday, October 19, 2011. Philip Schultz x 2. Monday mornings Grandma rose an hour early to make rye,. Onion and challah, but it was pumpernickel she broke her hands for,. With a dead heart if it flops? I started the w...
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the wednesday poem: Astonishment
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There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver. Thursday, July 26, 2012. Oarlocks knock in the dusk, a rowboat rises. And settles, surges and slides. Under a great eucalyptus,. A boy and a girl feel around with their feet. For those small flattish stones so perfect.
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the wednesday poem: April 2015
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There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver. Wednesday, April 29, 2015. To April's delights, Nizar Qabbani, and National Poem In Your Pocket Day 2015! Put a poem in your back pocket on Thursday, April 30th. I Want To Write Different Words For You. And bongo taps tak...
