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The Poet with His Face in His Hands by Mary Oliver

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    The Poet with His Face in His Hands You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn t need anymore of that sound. So if you re
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      The Poet with His Face in His Hands

      You want to cry aloud for your
      mistakes. But to tell the truth the world
      doesn't need anymore of that sound.
      So if you're going to do it and can't
      stop yourself, if your pretty mouth can't
      hold it in, at least go by yourself across
      the forty fields and the forty dark inclines
      of rocks and water to the place where
      the falls are flinging out their white sheets
      like crazy, and there is a cave behind all that
      jubilation and water fun and you can
      stand there, under it, and roar all you
      want and nothing will be disturbed; you can
      drip with despair all afternoon and still,
      on a green branch, its wings just lightly touched
      by the passing foil of the water, the thrush,
      puffing out its spotted breast, will sing
      of the perfect, stone-hard beauty of everything.

      ~ Mary Oliver ~


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