{"id":160,"date":"2019-01-24T12:53:00","date_gmt":"2019-01-24T12:53:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/01\/24\/a-poem-for-thursday-16\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T22:55:10","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T22:55:10","slug":"a-poem-for-thursday-16","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/01\/24\/a-poem-for-thursday-16\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #16"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I have enjoyed all the poems I have used for this Thursday poem series but my favorite discovery is Mary Oliver. I don’t remember ever reading her poems before and I missed a lot by not doing so. I used one of her poems a few months ago but when I heard that she died I knew I would feature her again. Actually, I am giving you two of her poems because I couldn’t choose. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.<\/p>\n

Ordinarily, I go to the woods<\/i>
\nalone, with not a single<\/i>
\nfriend, for they are all smilers<\/i>
\nand talkers, and therefore<\/i>
\nunsuitable.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nI don’t really want to be<\/i>
\nwitnessed talking to the catbirds<\/i>
\nor hugging the black oak tree.<\/i>
\nI have my\u00a0way of\u00a0<\/i>
\npraying, as you no doubt have<\/i>
\nyours.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nBesides, when I am alone I can<\/i>
\nbecome invisible. I can sit<\/i>
\non the top of a dune as motionless<\/i>
\nas an uprise of weeds,<\/i>
\nuntil the foxes run by<\/i>
\nunconcerned. I can hear the\u00a0<\/i>
\nalmost\u00a0<\/i>
\nunhearable sound of the roses<\/i>
\nsinging.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nIf you have ever gone to the<\/i>
\nwoods with me, I must love<\/i>
\nyou very much.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nHow I Go to the Woods<\/i>
\nMary Oliver<\/p>\n

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers<\/i>
\nflow in the right direction, will the earth turn<\/i>
\nas it was taught, and if not how shall<\/i>
\nI correct it?<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nWas I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,<\/i>
\ncan I do better?<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nWill I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows<\/i>
\ncan do it and I\u00a0am, well,<\/i>
\nhopeless.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nIs my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,<\/i>
\nam I going to get rheumatism,<\/i>
\nlockjaw, dementia?<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nFinally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.<\/i>
\nAnd gave it up. And took my old body<\/i>
\nand went out into the morning,<\/i>
\nand sang.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nI Worried<\/i>
\nMary Oliver
\n
\n<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
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\n<\/i>
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I have enjoyed all the poems I have used for this Thursday poem series but my favorite discovery is Mary Oliver. I don’t remember ever reading her poems before and I missed a lot by not doing so. I used one of her poems a few months ago but when I heard that she died I knew I would feature her again. Actually, I am giving you two of her poems because I couldn’t choose. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers, and therefore unsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the black oak tree. I have my\u00a0way of\u00a0 praying, as you no doubt have yours. Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the\u00a0 almost\u00a0 unhearable sound of the roses singing. If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much. How I Go to the Woods Mary Oliver I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not how shall I correct it? Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better? Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows can do it and I\u00a0am, well, hopeless. Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it, am I going to get rheumatism, lockjaw, dementia? Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang. I Worried Mary Oliver<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1520,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-160","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/160","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=160"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/160\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2623,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/160\/revisions\/2623"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1520"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=160"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=160"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=160"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}