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Before a birthday

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body … Continue reading

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On building a sea kayak in Montana

For six years I have been working on making a 14-foot mahogany sea kayak in Montana, partly for the same reasons that I wrote a thesis on Czech monks.  It’s been delayed a few times.  It’s not wise to work … Continue reading

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On climbing, and other things

Recall the Epicoun: Night , welling up so soon, Mere sank as in soft snow At the stiff frozen dawn, When time had ceased to flow — the glacier ledge our unmade bed — I hear you through your yawn: … Continue reading

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