I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
- Mary Oliver
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Just live! - I dropped my arms,
I dropped my burning forehead in my arms.
Thus, a young Tempest listens to God
Somewhere in a field, in some
gloomy hour.
And upon the high wave of my breathing
Imperious - as if from the sky -
a hand descends.
And someone’s lips descend on my lips.
- Thus God listens to a young Tempest.
Marina Tsvetaeva
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