Do you love this world?Do you cherish your humble and silky life?Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,and softly,and exclaiming of their dearness,fill your arms with the white and pink flowers? Mary Oliver – the poem, ‘Peonies’ – (for the entire poem click on page 2 of this …
