Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree.
I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible.
I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned.
until the foxes run by unconcerned.
I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me,
If you have ever gone to the woods with me,
I must love you very much.
How I Go to the Woods by Mary Oliver
via my girl Carolyn from LeBluegrass
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