“Each of us is given only so many mornings to do it — to look around and love the oily fur of our…”
“Each of us is given
only so many mornings to do it —
to look around and love
the oily fur of our lives,
the hoof and the grass-stained muzzle.
Days I don’t do this
I feel the terror of idleness,
like a red thirst.
Death isn’t just an idea.”
– Mary Oliver, from “The Deer,” House of Light (via lifeinpoetry)
Reposted from http://lies.tumblr.com/post/106667225311.
