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Wisdom From Mary Oliver

Something positive in a negative world.

A field of goldenrod in the fall is a delight
A field sparrow singing from a branch at Pleasant Grove.

With Thanks to the Field Sparrow, Whose Voice is so Delicate and Humble

I do not live happily or comfortably

with the cleverness of our times.

The talk is all about bombs and blood.

This morning, in the fresh field,

I came upon a hidden nest.

It held four warm, speckled eggs.

I touched them.

Then went away softly, 

having felt something more wonderful

than all the electricity in New York City. 

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