And the waves
gush pearls
from their snowy throats
as they come
over the moss-green,
glass-green roughage —
as they crumble
on the incline
whatever they carry
in their invisible
and motherly
icy and plump
with waled shells,
for the gatherers
who come flying
on their long white wings—
who comes walking,
who comes muttering:
thank you,
old dainties,
dark wreckage,
coins of the sea
in my pockets
and plenty for the gulls
and the wind still pounding
and the sea still streaming in like a mother wild with gifts—
in this world I am as rich
as I need to be.

– Mary Oliver

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5 Responses to Winter

  1. Jeremy says:

    Beautiful poem, I want to go out and find all her work now. Your photos are the perfect complement. Welcome back.

  2. Anonymous says:

    at last!

    whats next?

  3. Anonymous says:

    where did the pirate go?

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  5. Anonymous says:

    poetry is nice. but where´s the music. That look in Debashish eyes are psyching me out.

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