Morning Poem : Mary Oliver : : Morning Poems : :

Morning Poem : : by Mary Oliver : born Maple Heights, Ohio and lived in Massachusetts and Florida. : : : : : Every morningthe worldis created.Under the orange sticks of the sunthe heapedashes of the nightturn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branches–and the ponds appearlike black clothon which are paintedContinue reading “Morning Poem : Mary Oliver : : Morning Poems : :”

I Will Tell You How The Sun Rose : Emily Dickinson : : Death Poems : :

Emily Dickinson I’ll tell you how the Sun rose (204)I’ll tell you how the Sun rose – A Ribbon at a time – The Steeples swam in Amethyst – The news, like Squirrels, ran – The Hills untied their Bonnets – The Bobolinks – begun –Then I said softly to myself –“That must have beenContinue reading “I Will Tell You How The Sun Rose : Emily Dickinson : : Death Poems : :”

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