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" "I woke
And crept
Like a cat
On silent feet
About my own house-
To look
At you
While you were sleeping,
Your hair
Sprayed on the pillow,
Your eyes
Closed,
Your body
Safe and solitary,
And my doors
Shut for your safety
And your comfort.
I did this
Thinking I was intruding
Yet wanting to see
The most beautiful thing
That has ever been in my house.
Mary Jane Oliver (10 September 1935 – 17 January 2019) was an American poet who won the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize.
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Sleeping In The Forest
I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.