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.

Mary Oliver (1935-2019) American poet

“In Blackwater Woods,” American Primitive (1983)
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Originally published in Yankee Magazine.