The moths

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There’s a kind of white moth, I don’t know

what kind, that glimmers

by mid-May

in the forest, just

as the pink moccasin flowers

are rising.

If you notice anything,

it leads you to notice

more 

and more.

And anyway

I was so full of energy.

I was always running around, looking

at this and that.

If I stopped

the pain 

was unbearable.

If I stopped and thought, maybe

the world

can’t be saved,

the pain

was unbearable.

Mary Oliver. USA (1935-2019)

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