I try to be good but sometimes a person just has to break out and act like the wild and springy thing one used to be. It's impossible not to remember wild an want it back.
Mary OliverRead
If I have any lasting worth, it will be because I have tried to make people remember what the Earth is meant to look like.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the importance of preserving the beauty of the Earth through our actions and memories.
Mary Oliver reflects on the significance of leaving a positive impact on the world by encouraging people to remember and appreciate the natural beauty of the Earth. Her words suggest that true worth comes from our efforts to inspire others to recognize and cherish the environment we inhabit, advocating for a deeper connection to nature.
In practice
During a speech about environmental conservation.
I try to be good but sometimes a person just has to break out and act like the wild and springy thing one used to be. It's impossible not to remember wild an want it back.
At the time I was growing up, literature was involved with the so-called confessional poets. And I was not interested in that. I did not think that specific and personal perspective functioned well for the reader at all.
I know the sag of the unfinished poem. And I know the release of the poem that is finished.
For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.
Every day I see or hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light.
The god of dirt came up to me many times and said so many wise and delectable things, I lay on the grass listening to his dog voice, frog voice; now, he said, and now, and never once mentioned forever from, One or Two Things
When we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.
What is the use of a house if you haven't got a tolerable planet to put it on?
The whole moon and the entire sky are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.
Very old are the woods; And the buds that break Out of the brier's boughs, When March winds wake, So old with their beauty are-- Oh, no man knows Through what wild centuries Roves back the rose.
The richest values of wilderness lie not in the days of Daniel Boone, nor even in the present, but rather in the future.
My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.
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