Snowy Night

by Mary Oliver Last night, an owlin the blue darktossed an indeterminate number of carefully shaped sounds intothe world, in which,a quarter of a mile away, I happenedto be standing. I couldn’t tellwhich one it was –the barred or the great-hornedship of the air –it was that distant. But, anyway,aren’t there momentsthat are better than... Continue Reading →

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