Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness
By Mary
Oliver
December 2010
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
though the sun be swinging
east,
and the ponds be cold and black,
and the sweets of the year be doomed.
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