Tuesday, March 8, 2016


I wanted

the past to go away, I wanted

to leave it, like another country; I wanted
my life to close, and open
like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song
     where it falls
down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;
     I wanted
to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know
whoever I was, I was

for a little while.

-Mary Oliver

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