I thought the Earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me. The insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness all night. I rose and fell as if in darkness struggling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.
-Melanie Bonajo
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I thought the Earth
remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the river bed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me.
The insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness
all night.
I rose and fell
as if in darkness
struggling with a luminous doom.
By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
- Mary Oliver
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