Mary Oliver — “I got saved by the beauty of the world.”
On Being with Krista Tippett
Cancer - Four Poems About Cancer
The fourth sint of the zodiac is, of course, cancer. People knew i was ill, ond they didt no know what it was. This is the second poem of these four. The question is, what will it be like after the last day? Will i float into the sky, or will i fray within the earth or a river, remembering nothing? I am speaking from fortunate platform of many years, none of which i think i ever wasted. Let me be as urgent as a knife then and remind you of keats,. so single of purpose and thinking for a while, he had a lifetime.
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