Mornings at Blackwater by Mary Oliver

**Oh how I love the poetry of Mary Oliver. I savor her writings in the morning as I sit out on the deck enjoying my first cup of coffee and I quiet my mind with her words at night just before I go to sleep. I had to post this one after reading from her collection, “Red Bird” last night. Enjoy.

Mornings at Blackwater
by Mary Oliver (from “Red Bird: Poems”)

For years, every morning, I drank
from Blackwater Pond.
It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,
the feet of ducks.

And always it assuaged me
from the dry bowl of the very far past.

What I want to say is
that the past is the past,
and the present is what your life is,
and you are capable
of choosing what that will be,
darling citizen.

So come to the pond,
or the river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,

and put your lips to the world.
And live
your life.

0 thoughts on “Mornings at Blackwater by Mary Oliver

  1. First of all — your site looks beauuuutiful! I go away for two weeks and the internet is blossoming with goodness and beauty when I come back. I love everything about the new look, and I’m thrilled to read about your prompt exercises.

    Also, I am so glad Mary Oliver speaks to you. She has, slowly and definitively, changed my life.

  2. Thanks, Roxanne! Brandee drew the wonderful picture that is the header. I love it. I think I am finding my “blog” as I go…the way I like it and what is best representative of me. You know?
    We are glad to have you back. We’ve missed you.

    Oh, sweet wonderful Mary Oliver. I cannot believe she escaped me all these years as she writes what is near and dear to my heart. Thank you thank you for pointing her out – I say again. 🙂

  3. Remind me tomorrow to send you a link to an amazing interview with her. I sent it to Heather a couple of months ago and now that you’ve found her, you MUST read it.

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