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I finally finished this today. I can't even remember when I started it--it's F's copy, so... maybe July or August? It's just been sitting on my windowsill for months. Sigh. Anyway, I think Mary Oliver is pretty delightful. She loves trees and writes so beautifully about the natural world and our place in it. Not a whole lot in this book really struck me in particular, but I liked the overall feel. Here's my favorite.

Maples

The trees have become
suddenly very happy
it is the rain
it is the quick white summer rain

the trees are in motion under it
they are swinging back and forth they are tossing
the heavy blossoms of their heads
they are twisting their shoulders
even their feet chained to the ground feel good
thin and gleaming

nobody can prove it but any fool can feel it
they are full of electricity now and the shine isn’t just pennies
it pours out from the deepest den
oh pretty trees
patient deep-planted

may you have many such days
flinging your bodies in silver circles shaking your heads
over the swamps and the pastures
rimming the fields and the long roads hurrying by.