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Poetry Speaks

Poetry speaks to me often.

But sometimes, it screams.

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The Storm (Bear)

Now through the white orchard my little dog

    romps, breaking the new snow

    with wild feet.

Running here running there, excited,

    hardly able to stop, he leaps, he spins

until the white snow is written upon

    in large, exuberant letters,

a long sentence, expressing 

    the pleasures of the body in this world.

 

Oh, I could not have said it better

    myself.

                --- Mary Oliver, Dog Songs

 

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sharon

love it....

AsKatKnits

Beautiful! I am not familiar with that poem, but how perfect!

Patty

Such joy in all those steps! Thanks for sharing!

margene

I love Dog Songs. It's so much fun to read. I also need a dog...maybe soon!

Debbie

I love Dog Songs and recently re-read it. These poems really touch my heart.

Jo

Dog Songs, what a great theme for a book of poetry.

Manise

Yes! Love it. :-)

Mary

LOVE! (my little dog hates the snow...good thing we don't see much here :-)

Vicki

Ha. Perfect!!

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