Monday, October 5, 2009

October by Mary Oliver (parts 4, 5, & 6)

4
It pulls me
into its trap of attention.

And when I turn again, the bear is gone.

5
Look, hasn't my body already felt
like the body of a flower?

6
Look, I want to love this world
as though it's the last chance I'm ever going to get
to be alive
and know it.

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