Days of Growing Darkness


Lines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness

By Mary Oliver

Every year we have been witness to it: how the world descends

into a rich mash, in order that it may resume. And therefore who would cry out

to the petals on the ground to stay, knowing as we must, how the vivacity of what was is married

to the vitality of what will be? I don't say it's easy, but what else will do

if the love one claims to have for the world be true?

So let us go on, cheerfully enough, this and every crisping day,

though the sun be swinging east, and the ponds be cold and black, and the sweets of the year be doomed.

- Mary Oliver (A Thousand Mornings)