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Precedence by Drea "Therefore I have given precedence to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods that hold you in the center of my world." ~ Mary Oliver http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/precedence-2015-drea-jensen.html

Precedence by Drea
“Therefore I have given precedence to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods that hold you in the center of my world.” ~ Mary Oliver
http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/precedence-2015-drea-jensen.html

No Voyage

I wake earlier, now that the birds have come
And sing in the unfailing trees.
On a cot by an open window
I lie like land used up, while spring unfolds.

Now of all voyagers I remember, who among them
Did not board ship with grief among their maps?—
Till it seemed men never go somewhere, they only leave
Wherever they are, when the dying begins.

For myself, I find my wanting life
Implores no novelty and no disguise of distance;
Where, in what country, might I put down these thoughts,
Who still am citizen of this fallen city?

On a cot by an open window, I lie and remember
While the birds in the trees sing of the circle of time.
Let the dying go on, and let me, if I can,
Inherit from disaster before I move.

O, I go to see the great ships ride from harbor,
And my wounds leap with impatience; yet I turn back
To sort the weeping ruins of my house:
Here or nowhere I will make peace with the fact.

By Mary Oliver

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