I woke up early in the morning on May 26th, refreshed from a relatively good night’s sleep in my cabin Fosskallen. It was quiet. All I could hear was a nearby waterfall. Outside the window, all I could see was… Continue Reading →
I know the sag of the unfinished poem. And I know the release of the poem that is finished. ~Mary Oliver
Do you ever feel this?
I believe I do sometimes.
Mary Oliver on the process of writing poetry.
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