Monday, May 5, 2008

-- a poem on loss

Every year
everything I have ever learned in my lifetime
leads back to this:

the fires and the black river of loss
whose other side is salvation,
whose meaning none of us will ever know,

To live in this world you must be able to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it against your bones
knowing your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.

Mary Oliver, "The Three Things" (from American Primitive)

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