I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the doo — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
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I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the door to the temple.

— Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
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