“In Blackwater Woods” by Mary Oliver. Mary oliver poems, Mary oliver from www.pinterest.com
To love what is mortal; By mary oliver original language english. Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars of light, are giving off the rich fragrance of cinnamon and fulfillment, the long tapers of cattails are bursting and floating away over the blue shoulders of the ponds, and every pond, no matter what its name is, is nameless now.