"it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world."
"On the beach, at dawn: Four small stones clearly Hugging each other. How many kinds of love Might there be in the world, And how many formations might they make And who am I ever To imagine I could know Such a marvelous business? When the sun broke It poured willingly its light Over the stones That did not move, not at all, Just as, to its always generous term, It shed its light on me, My own body that loves, Equally, to hug another body."
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Source: Mary Oliver (2010). “Swan: Poems and Prose Poems”, p.9, Beacon Press
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