Last night I saw Mary Oliver read and speak. Listening to her made me remember a different kind of breathing and that I should never leave the house without a pen. Ever. And if someone asked me today, if I could invite anyone in the world, living or not, to a dinner party, who would it be? Mary O. Hands down.

Mary Oliver and Percy

One of my all time favorites:

Little Dog’s Rhapsody in the Night (Percy Three)

by Mary Oliver

He puts his cheek against mine
and makes small, expressive sounds.
And when I’m awake, or awake enough

he turns upside down, his four paws
in the air
and his eyes dark and fervent.

Tell me you love me, he says.

Tell me again.

Could there be a sweeter arrangement?
Over and over
he gets to ask it.
I get to tell.

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