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"At Blackwater Pond", by Mary Oliver

Updated: Aug 27

At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold into my body, waking the bones. I hear them deep inside me, whispering oh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?

From "Devotions"

Other of my favorite poems by Mary Oliver

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