Blog: stars, hide your fires
tags: mary oliver, poetry
original: https://abadonnas.tumblr.com/post/703629926899793920
antigonick: “I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold into my body, waking the bones. I hear them deep inside me, whisperingoh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?” — Mary Oliver,
tags: mary oliver, poetry
original: https://abadonnas.tumblr.com/post/703629926899793920