I had a dog <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0who loved flowers. <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Briskly she went<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0through the fields,<\/i><\/p>\n
yet paused <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0for the honeysuckle<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0or the rose, <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0her dark head <\/i><\/p>\n
and her wet nose<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0touching <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0the face <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0of every one <\/i><\/p>\n
with its petals<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0of silk,<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0with its fragrance <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0rising<\/i><\/p>\n
into the air <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0where the bees,<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0their bodies <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0heavy with pollen, <\/i><\/p>\n
hovered\u2014<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0and easily<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0she adored <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0every blossom,<\/i><\/p>\n
not in the serious,<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0careful way <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0that we choose <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0this blossom or that blossom\u2014 <\/i><\/p>\n
the way we praise or don\u2019t praise\u2014<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0the way we love <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0or don\u2019t love\u2014 <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0but the way <\/i><\/p>\n
we long to be\u2014 <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0that happy <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0in the heaven of earth\u2014 <\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0that wild, that loving.<\/i><\/p>\n
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Mary Oliver<\/i> is not only one of the sagest and most beloved poets of our time, a recipient of a Pulitzer Prize and a National Book Award, but is also among literary history’s greatest pet-lovers. <\/i>Dog Songs<\/em> (<\/i>public library<\/em>) collects her most soul-stirring poems and short prose celebrating that special human-canine relationship and what it reveals about the meaning of our own lives (Maria Popova, Brain Pickings<\/a>).<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I had a dog
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