Not This, Not That - Mary Oliver

[Lawrence Robinson]

Not This, Not That

Nor anything,
not the eastern wind whose other name 
 is rain
nor the burning heats of the dunes
at the crown of summer,
nor the ticks, that new, ferocious populace,
not the President who loves blood,
nor the govermental agencies that love money,
will alter
my love for you, my friends and my beloved,
or for you, oh ghosts of Emerson and Whitman,

or for you, oh blue sky of the summer morning,
that makes me roll in a barrel of gratitude
down hills,
or for you, oldest of friends: hope;
or for you, newest of friends: faith;
or for you, silliest and dearest of surprises, my
own life.

         - Mary Oliver 
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