<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Topics tagged with maryoliver]]></title><description><![CDATA[A list of topics that have been tagged with maryoliver]]></description><link>https://board.circlewithadot.net/tags/maryoliver</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 14 May 2026 23:14:57 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://board.circlewithadot.net/tags/maryoliver.rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><pubDate>Invalid Date</pubDate><ttl>60</ttl><item><title><![CDATA[When I Am Among Trees by Mary Oliver]]></title><description><![CDATA[When I Am Among Trees by Mary OliverWhen I am among the trees,especially the willows and the honey locust,equally the beech, the oaks and the pines,they give off such hints of gladness.I would almost say that they save me, and daily.I am so distant from the hope of myself,in which I have goodness, and discernment,and never hurry through the worldbut walk slowly, and bow often.Around me the trees stir in their leavesand call out, “Stay awhile.”The light flows from their branches.And they call again, “It's simple,” they say,“and you too have comeinto the world to do this, to go easy, to be filledwith light, and to shine.”#poetry #MaryOliver]]></description><link>https://board.circlewithadot.net/topic/d53229c0-7d30-42ff-80ba-af889c43faa4/when-i-am-among-trees-by-mary-oliver</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://board.circlewithadot.net/topic/d53229c0-7d30-42ff-80ba-af889c43faa4/when-i-am-among-trees-by-mary-oliver</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[emmasofia@sunny.garden]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Invalid Date</pubDate></item></channel></rss>