In Blackwater Woods

In Blackwater Woods

by Mary Oliver

To live in this world

you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.

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This has been my autumn friend, accompanying me on my poem-speaking river walks.

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