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A Dream Of Trees

Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver


There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,
Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver


A quiet house, some green and modest acres
Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver


A little way from every troubling town,
Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver


A little way from factories, schools, laments.
Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver


I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,
Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver


With only streams and birds for company,
Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver


To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.
Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver


And then it came to me, that so was death,
Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver


A little way away from everywhere.
Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver


There is a thing in me still dreams of trees.
Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver


But let it go.
Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver


Homesick for moderation,
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Mary Oliver


Half the world’s artists shrink or fall away.
Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver


If any find solution, let him tell it.
Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver


Meanwhile I bend my heart toward lamentation
Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver


Where, as the times implore our true involvement,
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Mary Oliver


The blades of every crisis point the way.
Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver


I would it were not so, but so it is.
Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver


Who ever made music of a mild day?

A Dream Of Trees

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A Dream Of Trees

There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,

A quiet house, some green and modest acres

A little way from every troubling town,

A little way from factories, schools, laments.

I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,

With only streams and birds for company,

To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.

And then it came to me, that so was death,

A little way away from everywhere.

There is a thing in me still dreams of trees.

But let it go.

Homesick for moderation,

Half the world’s artists shrink or fall away.

If any find solution, let him tell it.

Meanwhile I bend my heart toward lamentation

Where, as the times implore our true involvement,

The blades of every crisis point the way.

I would it were not so, but so it is.

Who ever made music of a mild day?