The stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own.
Mary OliverI held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us.
Mary OliverAnd to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists of idleness, I don't want to sell my life for money, I don't even want to come in out of the rain.
Mary Oliver...Sometimes I dream that everything in the world is here, in my room, in a great closet, named and orderly, and I am here too, in front of it, hardly able to see for the flash and the brightness- and sometimes I am that madcap person clapping my hands and singing; and sometimes I am that quiet person down on my knees.
Mary Oliver