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
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Interpretation
Embrace your natural instincts and passions without restraint.
This quote by Mary Oliver encourages individuals to connect with their true selves and to allow their innate desires and affections to guide their actions. It emphasizes the importance of authenticity and acceptance of one's own capacity for love, suggesting that fulfillment arises from following what genuinely brings joy and passion.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a heartfelt moment at a wedding.
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.
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.
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.
To love means to embrace and at the same time to withstand many endings, and many many beginnings- all in the same relationship.
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,_x000D_ _x000D_ Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide._x000D_ _x000D_ Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,_x000D_ _x000D_ For that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause_x000D_ _x000D_ But rather reason thus with reason fetter,_x000D_ _x000D_ Love sought is good, but given unsought better.
How easy love makes fools of us.
I am bewildered by the death of love. And my responsibility for it.
Am I in love? --yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn't wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover's fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.
Of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling.
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