Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness by Mary Oliver- November 30, 2020

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Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness


Every year we have been

witness to it: how the

world descends


into a rich mash, in order that

it may resume.

And therefore

who would cry out


to the petals on the ground

to stay,

knowing, as we must,

how the vivacity of what was is married


to the vitality of what will be?

I don’t say

it’s easy, but

what else will do


if the love one claims to have for the world

be true?


So let us go on, cheerfully enough,

this and every crisping day,


though the sun be swinging east,

and the ponds be cold and black,

and the sweets of the year be doomed.


 MARY OLIVER

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