Mary Oliver Monday: “You Whom I Love, Madly”

Something touched me, lightly, like a knife-blade. I felt I was bleeding, though just a little, a hint. Inside I flared hot, then cold. I thought of you. Whom I love, madly.

—Mary Oliver, “March,” White Pine

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