I did not come into this world to be comforted.I came, like a red bird, to sing.But I'm not a red bird, with his head mop of flameand the red triangle of his mouthfull of tongue and whistles,but a woman whose love has vanished,who thinks now, too much, of rootsand the dark placeswhere everything is simply holding on.
-Mary Oliver
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