to spin, sometimes it just starts my
feet first then my entire body, I am
spinning no one can see it but it is
happening. I am so glad to be alive,
I am so glad to be loving and loved.
Even if I were close to the finish,
even if I were at my final breath, I
would be here to take a stand, bereft
of such astonishments, but for them.
- If I Were by Mary Oliver
I found this poem thanks to the fabulous Courtney Sheinmel.
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The Uses of Sorrow by Mary Oliver
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I Want to Write Something So Simply by Mary Oliver
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