Oh, world, what lessons you prepare for us,even in the leafless winter,even in the ashy city.I am thinking nowof grief, and of getting past it;I feel my bootstrying to leave the ground,I feel my heartpumping hard. I wantto 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. - Mary Oliver (from ''Starlings in Winter'')
