The poet Mary Oliver has been popping up around me lately, in conversations and things overheard, on the web and from my bookshelf. This morning, she popped up on The Writer's Almanac, with a lovely poem perfect for the beginning of Spring. Listen: the poem comes at the end of the Almanac.
Happy Vernal Equinox!
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Never Enough Words
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oh, those voices!
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