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Mary Oliver A Poem for the Blue Heron Now the blue heron wades the cold ponds of November. In the gray light his hunched shoulders are also gray. He finds scant food — a few numbed breathers under a rind of mud. When the water he walks in begins turning to fire, clutching itself to itself like dark flames, hardening, he remembers. Winter. ................
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