Last nightthe rainspoke to meslowly, saying, what joyto come fallingout of the brisk cloud, to be happy againin a new wayon the earth! Thats what it saidas it dropped, smelling of iron, and vanishedlike a dream of the oceaninto the branchesand the grass below.Then it was over.The sky cleared.I was standingunder a tree.The tree was a treewith happy leaves, and I was myself, and there were stars in the skythat were also themselvesat the momentat which momentmy right handwas holding my left handwhich was holding the treewhich was filled with starsand the soft rain imagine! imagine! the long and wondrous journeysstill to be ours.

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Mary Oliver was a 20th-century American poet. Mary Jane Oliver was an American poet who won the Pulitzer Prize in 1984 and the National Book Award in 1992. She found inspiration for her work in nature and had a lifelong habit of solitary walks in the wild. Read more on Wikipedia →

Themes

  • Beauty — Appreciating aesthetics, grace, and the sublime
  • Happiness — Thoughts on finding joy, contentment, and fulfilment
  • Inspirational — Uplifting words to motivate and inspire positive action
  • Love — Quotes exploring romantic love, compassion, and human connection

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