I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.
Related Authors: Mary Oliver | Owls | Other Fantasies: Poems | Essays
Related Topics: poetry
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