Away
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
alive
for a little while.
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Also I wanted
to be able to love. And we all know
how that one goes,
don't we?
Slowly
Mary Oliver
Publicado em 14 de Julho de 2006