“The World I Live In,” Mary Oliver

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The World I Live In
Felicity, Mary Oliver

I have refused to live
locked in the orderly house of
reasons and proofs.
The world I live in and believe
in
is wider than that. And anyway,
what’s wrong with Maybe?

You wouldn’t believe what once
or
twice I have seen. I’ll just
tell you this:
only if there are angels in your
head will you
ever, possibly, see one.

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