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“One day in summer when everything has already been more than enough the wild beds start exploding open along the berm of the sea; day after day you sit near them; day after day, the honey keeps on coming in the red cups and the bees like amber drops roll in the petals: there is no end, believe me! to the inventions of summer, to the happiness your body is willing to bear.”

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Book:Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver
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Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver

This volume presents a curated selection of poems by the celebrated American poet Mary Oliver, known for her intimate connection with the natural world and profound contemplations on life and nature. more

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Mary Oliver
Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver is a renowned American poet, born on September 10, 1935. Her poetry is known for its profound depiction of the natural world and delicate insights into life. Oliver's style is simple and direct, which has won her a wide audience. more

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