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Sunday, July 06, 2014

Sleeping in the Forest


I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds that do their work in darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom, by morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times 
into something better.

By

Mary Oliver


2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

You are such a fucking freak Sharon Gifford. Looking forward to your upcoming decapitation and subsequent silence, you alcoholic bitch.

Wednesday, 13 August, 2014  
Blogger Mother Sharon Damnable said...


Are you threatening me you pathetic annony mouse ?

Run away and hide you lying creep.

Thursday, 14 August, 2014  

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