THE FOURTH SIGN OF THE ZODIAC (PART 3) Mary Oliver
I know, you never intended to be in this world.But you’re in it all the same.
So why not get started immediately.
I mean, belonging to it.
There is so much to admire, to weep over.
And to write music or poems about.
Bless the feet that take you to and fro.
Bless the eyes and the listening ears.
Bless the tongue, the marvel of taste.
Bless touching.
You could live a hundred years, it’s happened.
Or not.
I am speaking from the fortunate platform of many years,
none of which, I think, I ever wasted.
Do you need a prod?
Do you need a little darkness to get you going?
Let me be as urgent as a knife, then,and remind you of Keats,
so single of purpose and thinking, for a while, he had a lifetime.
(John Keats, one of the English Romantic poets, was 25 when he died. Mary Oliver is 81)
I know, there is a poetry section, and this isn't even my own. I like it.
I liked a comment under the article and quote even more, even though it is practically the opposite message.
In response to: Things take the time they take. Don’t worry.
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Let's just not go dancing together.