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Mary Oliver

From the complications of loving you

I think there is not end or return.

No answer, no coming out of it.

Which is the only way to love, isn’t it?

This isn’t a playground, this is

earth, our heaven, for a while.

Therefore I have given precedence

to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods

that hold you in the center of my world.

And I say to my body:grow thinner still.

And I say to my fingers, type me a pretty song.

And I say to my heart: rave on.