Because of the dog's joyfulness, our own is increased... what would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? What wou… - Mary Oliver

What would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? Would would this would be like without dogs?

What would the world be like without music or rivers or the green and tender grass? What would this world be like without dogs?

Look, I want to love this world
as though it's the last chance I'm ever going to get
to be alive
and know it.

The language of the poem is the language of particulars.

STORAGE When I moved from one house to another there were many things I had no room for. What does one do? I rented a storage space. And filled it. Years passed. Occasionally I went there and looked in, but nothing happened, not a single twinge of the heart. As I grew older the things I cared about grew fewer, but were more important. So one day I undid the lock and called the trash man. He took everything. I felt like the little donkey when his burden is finally lifted. Things! Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful fire! More room in your heart for love, for the trees! For the birds who own nothing — the reason they can fly.