Moving Excerpts from Poetry

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?
– Mary Oliver

To live in this world
You must be able
To do three things:
To love what is mortal;
To hold it
Against your bones knowing
Your own life depends on it;
And when the time comes to let it go,
To let it go.
– Mary Oliver

Dying is an art
Like everything else,
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I have a call.
– Sylvia Plath

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