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by Mary Oliver (Author) "When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the brambles nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching my ripped arms,..." (more)
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Product details

  • Paperback: 88 pages
  • Publisher: Little, Brown (30 April 1983)
  • Language English
  • ISBN-10: 0316650048
  • ISBN-13: 978-0316650045
  • Product Dimensions: 19.8 x 13.7 x 0.8 cm
  • Average Customer Review: 3.4 out of 5 stars See all reviews (7 customer reviews)
  • Amazon.co.uk Sales Rank: 344,746 in Books (See Bestsellers in Books)
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  • Other Editions: Hardcover  |  All Editions


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When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the brambles nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching my ripped arms, thinking of nothing, cramming the black honey of summer into my mouth; all day my body accepts what it is. Read the first page
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