martes, 21 de febrero de 2012

When I was young and poor.-

When I was young and poor,
when little was much,
when I was nimble and never tired,
and the hours of the day were deep and long,
where was the end that was already committed?...
nowhere, nowhere!
Just the gift of forgetfulness gracious and kindwhile
I ran up hills and drank the wind-time out of mind.

Mary Oliver

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