Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do With your one wild and precious life?
Mary OliverI want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.
Mary OliverOn poetry: Everyone wants to know what it means. But nobody is asking, How does it feel?
Mary Oliver