Friday, March 08, 2013

925. Rhapsody Part 7 - Mary Oliver

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If you are in the garden, I will dress myself in leaves.
If you are in the sea I will slide into that
smooth blue nest, I will talk fish, I will adore salt.
But if you are sad, I will not dress myself in desolation.
I will present myself with all the laughters I can muster.
And if you are angry I will come, calm and steady, with
some small and easy story.

Promises, promises, promises! The tongue jabbers, the heart

strives, fails, strives again. The world is perfect.

Love, however,
is an opera, a history, a long walk, that

includes falling and rising, falling and rising, while

the heart stays as sweet as a peach, as radiant and

grateful as the deep leaved hills.

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