This poem is made up of book titles from books all written by Mary Oliver

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beyond the line of white pines
when in cold winter
the northern winds blow
causing the trees to bow
in prayer for a new budding spring
the leaf and the clouds
set the rules for the dance

across many miles
and many new mornings
sailing upstream on wild waters
the wind turns round in tight circles
and blows from the warmer south-west

after all the things I have seen
and memories saved
in the halls of my deeper mind
this vision strongly remains

i awoke early
in the field of iris and cornflower
in the house of misted blue pastures
when a strand of crystal clear light
cut through the violet haze
and turned all the blue horses white