Monday, November 8, 2010

Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness





.
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Every year we have been
witness to it: how the
world descends
into a rich mash, in order that
it may resume.
And therefore
who would cry out 
.
to the petals on the ground
to stay,
knowing, as we must,
how the vivacity of what was is married 
.
to the vitality of what will be?
I don’t say
it’s easy, but
what else will do 
.
if the love one claims to have for the world
be true?
So let us go on 
.
though the sun be swinging east,
and the ponds be cold and black,
and the sweets of the year be doomed.
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~ Mary Oliver
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