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Thursday, September 22, 2011

Thursday Poem - At Blackwater Pond

At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have
settled
after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands. I drink
a long time. It tastes
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them
deep inside me, whispering
oh what is that beautiful thing
that just happened?

Mary Oliver

6 comments:

  1. CindySeptember 22, 2011 9:20 am

    Pure mountain stream water was one of the pleasures of growing up out West. Wherever I find a pure source of water in nature, I stop and drink from it's depths.

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  2. GuySeptember 22, 2011 10:15 am

    Hi Cate

    A lovely shot of the yellow leaves and the beautiful blue skys we seem to be getting this fall. The Oliver poem was nicely chosen.

    Guy

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  3. NanSeptember 22, 2011 2:19 pm

    Oh, so perfect, perfect.

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  4. One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods.September 22, 2011 4:02 pm

    Beautiful image
    Mary Oliver
    my favorite...

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  5. the wild magnoliaSeptember 22, 2011 4:20 pm

    I am goose bump happy to have read this wonder from Mary Oliver.

    Beautiful words and autumn leaves and lake.

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  6. JanvdeSeptember 23, 2011 6:16 am

    I LOVE Mary Oliver...

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