Poetry Friday: Mary Oliver

I'm still in Kansas, and it's still raining.  And even though I don't have my face in my hands right this minute, I love this poem by Mary Oliver:

The Poet with His Face in His Hands

You want to cry aloud for your

mistakes. But to tell the truth the world

doesn't need any more of that sound.

So if you're going to do it and can't

stop yourself, if your pretty mouth can't

hold it in, at least go by yourself across 

(across what? find out . . . )

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