I don’t know if you have ever felt that thing, that feeling that builds in you when you read a poem that resonates so deeply with your life, with what you have been feeling and what you may have been struggling to put into words for so long. Mary Oliver has a way of doing just that. She takes these complex thoughts that I grapple with and seems to beautifully speak about them in a way that excites and calms me all at once. I just love her. here is one of her many many poems that I feel connected to in this very moment.


One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
 their bad advice–

though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.

But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.

It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.

But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,

determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save. 

-Mary Oliver