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There Is Only One Question

By Vickilane
There Is Only One Question
Spring by Mary Oliver Somewhere a black bear has just risen from sleep and is staring down the mountain. All night in the brisk and shallow restlessness of early spring I think of her, her four black fists flicking the gravel, her tongue like a red fire touching the grass,  the cold water. There is only one question: how to love this world. I think of her rising like a black and leafy ledge to sharpen her claws against the silence of the trees. Whatever else my life is with its poems and its music and its glass cities, It is also this dazzling darkness coming down the mountain, breathing and tasting; all day I think of her -- her white teeth, her wordlessness, her perfect love. From  New and Selected Poems by Mary Oliver There Is Only One Question


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