“Halleluiah” by Mary Oliver

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Everyone should be born into this world happy
and loving everything.
But in truth it rarely works that way.
For myself, I have spent my life clamoring toward it.
Halleluiah, anyway that I’m not where I started!

And have you too been trudging like that, sometimes
almost forgetting how wondrous the world is
and how miraculously kind some people can be?
And have you decided that probably nothing important
is ever easy?
Not, say, for the first sixty years.

Halleluiah, I’m sixty now, and even a little more,
and some days I feel I have wings.

Click on the picture to enjoy 45 minutes of Ms. Oliver’s reading a selection of her poetry.

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Comments

  1. Sharon Irven says

    Ann, thank you for introducing me to Mary Oliver, who, I am embarrassed to say, I did not know well, Keep up the great work – look forward to your fun blogs!

    • says

      Oliver has a magic way of putting her fingertip right on the owie spot in some of her poems. I have a couple more I’ve collected that I’ll sprinkle around. Good to hear from you, my tundra friend.

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