"it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world."
"Why I Wake Early Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who made the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories, and into the windows of, even, the miserable and the crotchety – best preacher that ever was, dear star, that just happens to be where you are in the universe to keep us from ever-darkness, to ease us with warm touching, to hold us in the great hands of light – good morning, good morning, good morning. Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness."
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Source: Mary Oliver (2004). “Why I Wake Early: New Poems”, p.3, Beacon Press
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